Arianna Ackerman!
Sushi
The fish swam in the warm, dark blue ocean. Far. Away.
It wants to vanish from all the others. Disappear. Adventure.
It was independent, free to swim all day long. Alone. Happy.
The fish never stopped for anything. Swimming. Lively.
Suddenly, the fish was trapped. Stuck. Confused.
The trap, yanked up violently. Scared. Devastated.
Pulled out of the water, the fish felt the cold air. Terrified. Pain.
Staring into the bright sky from inside a bucket. Fear. Confusion.
The last thing it saw: a chef. Professional. Irony.
Fish, now a roll of sushi.
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