Fish

 

She didn’t want a fish.

Her friend said, “Take the fish. You need a fish.”

“I don’t need a fish. I have nothing to put it in.”

“She’ll be fine in a Mason jar.” The fish was a young female Betta.

She took the fish and named her Lutefisk, because she was sort of a matte white with a little blue here and there.

She was an unattractive fish.

A fish tank was purchased and set up, and Lutefisk ended up being a glorious beauty who flashed her fins like burgundy and navy lightning at the fish in the mirror.