The Crux Of The Mall, Or, Goldfish Love

“Chlorox is undoubtedly the answer to every problem.”
I listened for the source of the godlike voice and thought about my goldfish. It was having relationship problems. I didn’t think Chlorox would help.
I stood in the crux of the mall, in each direction stretched an esplanade of polished floors and tropical plant medians. The spectacle was confusing. I was searching for a gerbil.
“Buy Chlorox now. Now now.”
Climbing an indoor palm tree, I yelled, “GERBIL!” My goldfish could probably hear from back home as I shook coconuts into the crowded mall. Oh the things you do for love.