Gemotions

Clara felt a fizzy sensation in her stomach, like she’d just swallowed a bottle of soda. Her eyes darted back and forth across the computer screen, confirming the information. There was no mistaking the picture: it was definitely Brad, the boy who used to torment her in middle school. Now he was a licensed therapist. A giggle spilled from her lips, uncontrollable.

She leaned back in her chair, a wide, secret smile spreading across her face. This was too good to be true. Brad, with his swagger and his taunts, now in a profession where he had to be… kind? Empathetic?

Clara's mind raced with possibilities. She envisioned Brad's office, and his facial expressions. She found herself imagining the way he would now have to listen and respond to the stories of others. She instantly went to book an appointment.