Gemotions

The chipped mug slammed onto the kitchen counter, splattering lukewarm coffee across the floral print. Sarah watched the dark liquid pool, then wiped it away with unnecessary force, the paper towel tearing under her grip. Across the small kitchen table, Emily continued, oblivious, detailing the exciting job opportunity that had lured her away. Sarah clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding. The scent of coffee, usually a comfort, now felt cloying, suffocating. “So, yeah,” Emily chirped, “it’s a done deal. California, here I come!”