by Lily O'Dowd originally published in all the sins , 2016 Happiness is a goldfish. On my seventh birthday, I saved Happiness and forty nine of his finned friends from the pet store near my house and put them in a glass bowl on our kitchen counter where the light shone through the windows in the late afternoon. For those brief, radiant moments, sunshine would reflect off shimmering scales, setting the bubble ablaze. In this single effervescent hour, my fish became pure energy and their bowl a beacon, illuminated. I spent small eternities with my face pressed up against their tank, hypnotized by this glowing galaxy that dared to be so delicate yet so sublime. Within a week, it would become a mass grave. For them, the sun’s cosmic brilliance must’ve been nothing short of hellfire In hindsight, their sudden energy was perhaps a result of mass hysteria on a miniature scale. The gentle sunlight, magnified through the glass into brain-frying laser beams, sparked a group panic among...
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