Gemotions

The invitation was elegant, the paper thick, the calligraphy impeccable. "A Family Dinner." He crumpled it in his fist. He was not a fan of family dinners, or any form of familial obligation. Especially not one with this woman.

He had ignored her calls, her emails. He had hoped she would get the message. But she was persistent. He threw the invitation into the fireplace, watching the paper curl and blacken in the flames.

He needed a drink. He went to his bar, pouring a large scotch. He held the glass, staring into the amber liquid. He would not go. He wouldn't let her intrude on the life he'd carefully built.