Love

Today I got a text message from my roommate which said, "Have you seen Love?" This seems kind of cryptic, but Courtney Love is the name of our goldfish. There was really only one place she could have gone, which was into a little decorative conch shell in her bowl. When I held up the shell to the light, there was an orange glow in the shape of a tail...
Lisa and I thought about throwing the whole thing away, but it seemed wrong. Love was surely dead, but she deserved the dignity of a burial outside of her death trap. But what if the shell splintered and got stuck in that fishy little body? I couldn't handle that.
After squirming around for a while and making grossed-out faces with Lisa, I chiseled a hole in the shell, carefully, and jiggled it around. Secretly I hoped Love was still alive, but she just fell out with dead, googly eyes. She was twisted into the conch's spiral shape; her body floated parallel with the water's surface, and her tail pointed directly toward the ground.
It was so bizarre and sad and hilarious and gross! My Love is dead.