Fishbowl

"Your fish are beautiful," I said, trying to be polite.

"These? Pah!" Vittorio waved a manicured hand. "They are glittering imbeciles. The true beauty... well, perhaps I will show you."

He came up behind me and pressed a button. The room darkened until the bio-engineered fish were the only light. "Watch," he whispered. "Look to the sands."

One shining fish drifted too near the bottom. It reflected in the sand... but there was a dark patch.

It moved. The water exploded with pinkish blood.

"What is it?"

Vittorio laid a hand on the glass. "It is... beautiful."