3 A.M.
By Chloe Spencer
A blue betta fish named Slurpy. That was what finally convinced Phillip to dump my older brother Mizu. Not the countless times they cheated on each other, or the surprising number of holes they had punched through the drywall of their rent house. Nope. It took my brother coming home one night to find that the dishes from the night before still hadn’t been washed, and as payback, he flushed Phillip’s fish down the toilet.
My volatile brother was immensely proud of his actions. When Phillip came home that night, Mizu marched him into the bathroom, pointed to the empty fishbowl on the counter, and unceremoniously announced, “I flushed your fish, fucker.” Only Phillip didn’t react this time. He didn’t scream, punch holes in the wall, or find a pretty girl to f**k on
