Gemotions

Eliza watched Sarah, a smirk playing on her lips. Sarah was talking about the camping trip, her memories seemingly manufactured from a Hollywood script. The rain, she explained, had been a torrential, biblical deluge, the tent almost collapsing on them.

Eliza shifted in her seat, feeling a pleasant tingle behind her eyes. In her memory, the rain was a light drizzle and the tent had a small leak, easily fixed.

Sarah, mid-sentence, described a bear attack, detailing how she'd heroically scared the bear off with a flashlight. Eliza struggled to contain her mirth. They'd seen a deer. A very timid deer.

“And you,” Sarah said, suddenly pointing her finger at Eliza, "were screaming like a banshee!" Eliza hid her face behind her hand to hide the shaking of her shoulders. She wanted to know how the deer became a bear.