Gemotions

The story was awful. Badly written, filled with clichés, and utterly, completely about her. The writer, Robert, was asleep in their bed, snoring. Eleanor felt a surge of cold fury. She clicked the document, reading a scene where “Eleanor” was portrayed as neurotic and needy.

She felt a slow, bubbling anger. She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. She pulled on her boots and walked out. There was a car show in the next town, a five-hour drive. She'd always wanted to go. Suddenly, she needed to.