Gemotions

The goldfish, shimmering weakly in its small tank, felt like a personal affront. He had the audacity to suggest that it was a ‘low-maintenance’ pet. Her apartment now hosted a bubble machine and a tiny, swimming embodiment of her defeat.

A burning sensation began in her chest. She had envisioned their shared space as sleek and minimalist. Now, a gaudy, plastic castle occupied a prominent position.

She felt the flush creep up her neck. This was not how things were supposed to be. A silent rage churned within her.