Gemotions

The brightly colored invitation landed on the kitchen table, a splash of cheerful indifference to her state. She flinched as she saw it, as if it was a venomous snake about to strike. She pushed the invitation away. Her palms began to sweat.

She wandered aimlessly through the house. She paused, running her fingers over the smooth surface of the dining room table. The memories of the past were a minefield. The fear, the hurt, the feeling of not being good enough – all resurfaced.

She found herself reaching for the phone, contemplating a call to her best friend. The weight of the reunion was immense; the idea of socializing was a terrible burden.