Gemotions

The dinner party was a disaster. At least, that's what Fiona thought the moment she walked into the room. Sarah’s congratulations were offered with a smile that felt like a slap in the face. Fiona excused herself, going into the garden and breathing in the cool air. The night was too warm.

She grabbed a nearby watering can and, without conscious thought, began to pour its contents over the manicured rose bushes. The water soaked into the earth, and the action felt strangely satisfying, like a small, private act of defiance.

The party continued in the background. She could hear laughter. She turned back towards the garden door and slammed it, a sharp, decisive movement that echoed in the night.