Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock was the only sound in the afternoon, punctuated by the occasional bird song. Sarah gazed at the request. It was from Jason, the boy who used to stuff her locker with trash. She traced the outline of her phone, feeling the cool metal against her fingertip.

Her mind wandered back to those days, the fear, the humiliation. She closed her eyes, the sun warming her face, and felt a profound sense of… passivity. She imagined the conflict of a rejection, the energy expenditure.

She tapped the button. The hammock swayed gently.