Flash Fiction #554 -- Memories of Goldfish Drabble

 Brighttail swept closer, his tail brushing against her side.  Goldie hoped her scales were clean and bright."Let's build a place of our own," Brighttail said.  Goldie gulped, but before she could say anything, a face, huge and scary, appeared at the barrier.They darted in different directions.Goldie wandered for a bit, but she returned later."Hello, pretty." Brighttail swept closer, and his tail