Gemotions

He’d left a single goldfish in the communal office tank. That was all. No note, no explanation, just a shimmering orange finned creature circling the plastic castle. She, Eleanor, stared at the fish. Her eyes widened, and a slow smile spread across her face.

Her mentor, the austere Dr. Albright, had always been a man of precision and control. The goldfish, a creature of utter whimsicality, was the antithesis of everything she knew about him. Eleanor felt a surge of… something like pure, unadulterated pleasure. She’d always suspected there was a soft side.