Gemotions

The news had hit her like a punch to the gut. Across the kitchen table, David was babbling about a new job, a fresh start, a life that apparently didn’t include her. The aroma of freshly baked bread, usually a comfort, now felt cloying, suffocating.

She slammed the cereal box onto the counter, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. It felt like her world was shrinking, closing in, as if a great weight had been put on her shoulders. He was leaving, and she was left to pick up the pieces.

She muttered, "Congratulations," the word dripping with a sarcasm that even surprised her. She could feel a flush of heat creeping up her neck, a physical manifestation of her growing discontent.