Gemotions

The brightly colored flyer, announcing the upcoming high school reunion, lay crumpled on the passenger seat of her car. She’d found it wedged beneath the windshield wiper this morning. She’d practically thrown it in there. She tapped a finger impatiently on the steering wheel, the insistent sound echoing the rhythm of her racing heart.

She glanced at the photo of a crowd of smiling faces. Did she even *know* any of those people anymore? The thought of navigating those hallways again, of pretending to be interested in the lives of people she hadn't spoken to in years, filled her with a sudden, overwhelming weariness. She abruptly cranked the volume on the radio, trying to drown out the internal clamor.