Goldfish

Kacie

“Goldfish!” She yells competitively. “I win!” She says triumphantly.

“That’s not how it works,” I say and pick up a card. “You say ‘Goldfish’ when I don’t have a card and then it’s my turn to ask if you have a card I need.”

“Bullshit,” she sighs. I don’t miss the doubtful look she shoots me. Her shoulders slump and she sinks into her chair.

“Do you have an 8?” I ask as I stare intently at the back of her cards.

Without checking her cards Clara looks at me for a few seconds before answering, “No.”

I try hard to keep the smile that threatens to take over my face.

“Are you lying?” I ask.

“No, goldfish,” she says matter-of-factually, and her eyes flic