Gemotions

The clinking of silverware and the murmur of polite conversation drifted through the open window, a constant reminder. From her cramped apartment, Lily could hear the sounds of the high society dinner party her neighbor, Ms. Hawthorne, was hosting. Lily pictured the elaborate table settings, the flowing gowns, the conversation. She, in her worn jeans and cheap t-shirt, was a world away. She felt a heat rise in her cheeks. She turned up the volume on her television, the noise a feeble attempt to block out the sounds of carefree abundance.