Gemotions

It wasn’t just a text. It was a whole string of them, a furious tirade about her neighbor’s barking dog, accidentally sent to the neighborhood watch group. Now, the entire block would know her raw, unfiltered thoughts.

She felt a strange heat emanating from her core. She knew she'd have to face them all, at the next block party. They'd all know her, she realized, not just as the friendly lady from 2B, but as the woman who'd penned a five-paragraph diatribe about canine noise pollution.

She considered moving. She imagined packing up her life and starting over in a new neighborhood where no one had read her rant.