Gemotions

The traffic moved at a snail's pace. Daniel drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, the monotonous rhythm mirroring the thump of his heart. The air felt thick, heavy with exhaust fumes. He glanced out the window, looking for any change. There was none.

A notification on his phone, from his brother, Ben: "Remember that family reunion? Hilarious! Uncle Joe's dance moves were epic!"

Daniel grimaced. Family reunion. He recalled the forced smiles, the obligatory conversations. He remembered avoiding Uncle Joe.

"I remember the awkward silences," he texted back.

Ben replied: "Best reunion ever! Remember how much fun we had? The food was amazing!"

Daniel’s memory was of enduring an experience, not enjoying it. The food was fine, but he just wanted it to be over.