Metamorphosis

I am sat in a café. I’m hungry but there’s no food. My husband goes outside to the street. Then something terrible happens.

I rush outside. All that is left of my love is a long sliver of trampled flesh on the floor.

I kneel and touch the flesh. As I do a mouth appears at one end. It gasps desperately. I pick it up and as I cradle it, the flesh morphs into a large black fish - one that you would find at the bottom of a deep dark river. My terror wanes. If I hold him for long enough my husband will become himself again.

Picture from Mass Bay Guides