Glass Walls
Maya had always hated goldfish. They seemed like the perfect pet for people who wanted the illusion of life without the inconvenience of actual connection — swimming in their endless circles, forgetting what they'd discovered three seconds earlier, trapped in glass prisons that decorated lonely living rooms.
Tonight, she was the one in the glass box.
The corporate penthouse was dark, lit only by the ambient glow of the city below and the soft blue light of the aquarium. Maya had slipped in forty minutes ago, a ghost in tactical black, here to plant the surveillance bug that would expose whatever secrets Chen Industries was hiding. She was a professional spy, ten years in the game, and she'd never hesitated before.
But then she'd seen the fish.
It was a single goldfish, impossibly orange in the blue light, moving through its water with languid grace. No frantic circles here. It watched her with what felt like unnerving intelligence, its mouth opening and closing in the endless rhythm of breathing underwater.
Maya found herself kneeling before the tank, forgetting for a moment why she'd come, who she was supposed to be. The water distorted her reflection, stretching it across the glass like a memory pulled thin by time. She looked tired. She looked like someone who'd been swimming in circles herself.
"You ever feel like you're forgetting something important?" she whispered to the fish. "Like there's something you knew, once, but it's gone now?"
The fish swam closer to the glass, its dark eye fixed on hers.
In the morning, Chen would find the surveillance device exactly where it should be, perfectly placed, professional and thorough. But tonight, Maya sat on the expensive carpet and watched a fish swim through water that probably cost more than her first car, and she thought about all the things she'd forgotten in the service of other people's secrets.
The fish turned in a slow circle.
Maya stood up and finished the job. Some prisons are glass, she thought, and some are the things we can't remember we've lost.