Gemotions

Clara felt a knot tightening in her stomach. The book, detailing her supposed romantic escapades, lay on her bedside table, its cover gleaming mockingly. She’d read a few pages before flinging it across the room. Her hands were trembling. This unauthorized account of her life was infuriating. Her cheeks burned with indignation.

She picked up the remote, clicked the television on, and flipped through the channels without seeing anything. She needed to distract herself. Every thought felt like it was bouncing off the walls of her head.