Gemotions

The news hit Clara like a physical blow. The balloon arch, the invitations, the cake with the ridiculous, yet heartfelt, inscription – all for naught. The carefully orchestrated plan she'd put together, hoping for a night of joyful camaraderie, was now a hollow echo. A wave of heat washed over her, making her skin prickle. She paced her apartment, her movements jerky and erratic. She snatched a decorative plate from a shelf and flung it against the wall, the shattering sound a release, though it didn’t even begin to quench the fire inside.