Gemotions

“That car crash…” Michael began, his voice dropping to a low, reverent tone. “It was a miracle. We were so lucky. Remember how close we were to… well, you know.”

I stared at him, frozen. A cold wave of confusion washed over me. I remembered the event differently, a catastrophic near-death experience, a harrowing ordeal filled with fear and trauma. I’d been sure it had been a harrowing experience.

My breath hitched. My hands were shaking. I focused on the intricate pattern of the tablecloth, trying to regain control. His recollection was a cheerful song. Mine, a dirge. I had a sudden desire to be anywhere but there.