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Three-Second Memory

padelwatergoldfish

The padel court echoed with the sharp *thwack* of rubber against glass, a rhythm that had once synced our heartbeats. Now, Sarah's serve hit the net.

"Sorry," she muttered, not meeting my eyes. She'd been apologizing for three months. Since the promotion. Since the late nights. Since I'd stopped mattering.

I retrieved the ball from the corner where water leaked through the ceiling—another thing we'd been meaning to fix. The drip-drip-drip had become our metronome.

"Your backhand's off," I said, knowing she'd blame fatigue. Always fatigue.

She slammed her racket against the wall. "Maybe I'm just tired, David. Maybe some of us can't exist on your pristine schedule."

The fight wasn't about padel. It was about the goldfish bowl sitting on our kitchen counter, the one she'd brought home from the office during the merger. Orange things with three-second memories, swimming circles in filtered water, forgetting everything every moment. Sometimes I watched them for hours—trading places, eating flakes, blowing bubbles—and wondered if they were happy or just trapped in an eternal present with no past, no future, no accumulation of resentment.

"Remember when we were happy?" I asked, dripping sweat onto the blue court.

Sarah finally looked at me. Her eyes were wet. "That's the thing, isn't it? We keep forgetting why we started." She took a water bottle from her bag, drank. "Maybe goldfish have it right."

"What?"

"Reset every three seconds. No grudges. No disappointment building up over years like calcium in pipes. Just... swimming."

The court lights flickered. Water dripped steadily somewhere.

"Or maybe," I said quietly, "they just never know what they've lost."

She set down the bottle, picked up her racket. "Play?"

"Play."

We finished the match in silence. Later, I found her staring into the goldfish bowl, feeding them flakes they'd forget they'd eaten within moments. Her hand hovered over my shoulder, then pulled away.

Some things shouldn't be forgotten. Some things deserve more than three seconds.