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Lightning Over the Glass Pool

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Elena sat at the edge of the infinity pool, her legs submerged in water that felt too warm for the autumn afternoon. Beyond the glass perimeter, Richard played padel with his business partner—laughter and the rhythmic thwack of balls cutting through the humid air. She watched them between sips of champagne that had gone flat, wondering when exactly they had become strangers who shared a bed.

A single goldfish glided through the shallow end, orange flash against blue tiles. It had been there since the party three months ago, when someone's child had released it from a bowl rather than watch it die in a plastic bag. Nobody had removed it. The fish circled endlessly, trapped in a chlorinated prison that wasn't its home, surviving against all expectation. Elena felt suddenly sick with the recognition.

On the portable radio beside her towel, the baseball announcer's voice rose with each pitch. She'd started listening to Richard's team during the lonely evenings of their twenties, learning the statistics and players' names as a way to feel closer to him. Now the scores were just numbers, the games just background noise to a marriage that had calcified around routines and silence.

The first drop of rain hit her arm like a warning.

Richard and Marcus were still playing, oblivious to the sky darkening behind them. Elena stood, water dripping from her skin, and gathered her things. The goldfish surfaced near the drain, gasping.

"Richard," she called across the court, her voice steady. "It's going to storm."

He waved her off, mid-swing. "Five more minutes!"

Lightning struck the oak tree beyond the fence, splitting it down the middle with a sound like the world cracking open. The lights in the clubhouse flickered and died. In the sudden dusk, Elena looked at the pool one last time—at the goldfish still circling, at her husband still playing a game he couldn't be bothered to walk away from—and walked toward the parking lot without looking back.

Some things, she realized, you finally outgrow.