no nervous system

 

She called me last night, sounding like she’d been running. “I can’t find my jellyfish,” she said.
“Are you sure you’re not wearing it?” I asked.
“Of course!” Then she quieted. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no….”
“You took it for a walk.”
“And I stopped to get coffee,” she sighed. “I set it down by the parking meter.”
“Been raining all day. Probably washed back to the ocean by now.”
“You think it’s happy?” she whispered.
“As happy as a jellyfish can be.”

{flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
{art ~ Jennifer Moreman}

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