Zehra Nabi’s short story O. Vulgaris places us inside the mind of an octopus – offered here in collaboration with Tin House
By Zehra Nabi for Flash Fridays by Tin House, part of the Guardian Books Network
I hatch. I slip out of my egg cell after tearing through its skin. Slowly, I sink. My arms uncurl. I float. I sink. I float.
Hovering over the sandy floor, I see above me the other eggs strung together. Milky pearls hanging from the scratchy rock like necklaces, like clusters of alien grapes. And there is the other self, ugly and massive, brooding upside down over her drooping white nest. An endless fanning of dark, warted arms.
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