Gemotions

The apology letter felt heavy in Sarah’s pocket, a lead weight. She walked down the street, head bowed, the autumn wind whipping around her. The leaves swirled at her feet, a chaotic dance mirroring the turmoil within her. The trees seemed to lean in, whispering secrets.

She kept checking her reflection in the shop windows. Her face felt hot, flushed. She couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. She ran her fingers across her jawline, as if to calm herself.

The memory of the incident, that day in the park, played over and over again in her mind. She clenched her fists. She felt like she was trapped in a cage. She just wanted to be home.