Speakeasy # 143

There was a loud crash in the hallway.’

“Shit. Not again,” Amy said as she turned away from her tablet and looked towards the door of her bedroom. Yep. Just as she knew there would be there on the floor by the door was a puddle of water and Goldie, her fish.

“Max! Get over here now!” she yelled to her black scruffy haired Labrador. Like always, he came bouncing up to her through the hallway, carefully avoiding Goldie with his doggie smile and tongue flopping out of the left side of his mouth.

“You are so not innocent,” she said, trying to sound stern but unable to hide her giggle. Patting Max a few times she pointed to the now half dead Goldie lying on the floor. “If she dies you’re sleeping in the dog house outside in the muddy garden.”

Max continued to bounce and wag his tail, rubbing his nose again Amy’s thigh as she scooped up Goldie and placed the fish in the toilet bowl. “Ok Goldie. I’m going to fill up a vase for you until I can get to the pet store to get you a new bowl.”

She turned around and dragged her feet to the spill in the hall. Mumbling to herself, she dropped down some paper towels and started to pick up the few pieces of glass scattered across the floor.

“You know Max, I really don’t know why you hate Goldie so much. This has to be the sixth time you’ve knocked her over! She is just a harmless little fish. What did she ever do to you?”

Max just bounced happily around in circles and sprinted down the hall to the kitchen.

“Yeah. Run while you can brat,” Amy said, half laughing at herself for attempting to have a conversation with her dog.

After throwing the glass in the trash along with the wet paper towels, Amy went into the top cabinet and grabbed her grandmothers vase. Antique, with random scriptures around its base, Amy couldn’t help but sigh at the great feeling the vase always brought to her.

She filled the vase with water and walked back to the bathroom.

Goldie wasn’t in the toilet anymore. Amy looked around the bowl, in the tub, and finally back in the hall hoping she wasn’t hallucinating. After a thorough search of the area she determined the fish to be M.I.A.


Curious to find out what happened to Goldie? Check here for part 2!




  1. This was so much fun to read! I love the way Amy talks to Max – I have the same sorts of conversations with my dogs. And I’m holding out hope for Goldie. πŸ™‚

    Thanks so much for linking up with us at the Speakeasy this week!

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