Damian
The goldfish squirms on the soaked tiled floor, its five inches long body gasping the air surrounding it. I am annoyed as I look at it wiggling and my nostrils flare then a loud blowing out exasperated sound follows.
Ruby had given a pair to me as a housewarming present when I bought us this house almost eighteen months back. Something she had said about bla-bla-bla- both being carp. I didn’t care much honestly as long as I got to keep the koi together with them in the same tank. Same food also so a win-win.
I see brown loafers moving forward from the corner of my left eye and I release a string of cuss words and they halt. It’s Mark. I see another pair of feet, sneakers covered and I know it’s Ryan. They still their movements when I ground out, “Pick the f*cking thing up,” and t
