Bob’s heart was a fishbowl with castles inside it, his dreams of fame popping at the surface like air bubbles. When the man came to his door with a gun, asking for the money he owed, Bob squirted salt water into the air, the splash making ripples on our wallpaper.

Meg Pokrass lives in the Scottish Highlands. Her work has appeared in numerous literary journals including New England Review, Electric Literature and Five Points. She’s the founding editor of Best Microfiction.