Gemotions

"No, absolutely not," Mark had said, his voice flat. He was so predictable, so rigidly opposed to anything out of the ordinary. A fish tank, in his opinion, was a symbol of "unnecessary expenditure" and "potential for water damage."

He wasn't wrong, necessarily. But the silence in the apartment was oppressive. She pictured the small, rhythmic movements of brightly colored fish, their silent ballet. A splash of life. It felt like something she desperately needed.

She marched herself to the pet store. Her pace was quick, her breath shallow. He would *hate* it. But the image of the goldfish, gliding through their watery world, filled her with a strange, exhilarating energy.