Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening, the quiet amplified by the sudden presence of a squeaking. Emily chewed on her lip, watching Alex. He was assembling the enormous fish tank with far too much energy, his movements jerky and hurried. She felt the blood drain from her face.

They had barely enough time to maintain their own schedules. A fish. The feeding, the cleaning, the potential for disaster. She imagined a flooded apartment, a dead fish, a fight.

“This will be great for the feng shui,” Alex announced, oblivious to her mounting unease. She wanted to scream, to run.