In a small pond @ Firewords

Issue 6 // Secrets

His gills gave him away – he could barely breathe in the office. Between ten and twelve each day, when the sun was just right, I saw him in the reflection on my screen. He was a ghost on my desktop, faded, with emails from clients running through him. He hunched everywhere he went as if the world was too small for him. He thought no-one was watching – but I was. I couldn’t help it.

On his last day, he picked up a glass of water and I knew what he was about to do…

To read more, go to Firewords.co.uk.

Published by Freya Morris

Author & Director of Oxford Flash Fiction Prize. West Country bumpkin who can't kill anything but characters. Loves to grow big stories and big plants. Always looking for omens and four leaf clovers.

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