Gemotions

She had thought she was over him, that the memories had faded into the background noise of her life. Then the letter arrived, and the old ache resurfaced, sharper than ever. The carefully chosen words felt like a calculated attempt to reopen a wound she had thought was healed. Her hands trembled as she read. Her cheeks flushed.

She moved to the kitchen and grabbed a metal spoon. She gripped it tightly, twisting it in her fist, feeling the cold steel. The metal bent and cracked beneath her pressure. The spoon, her aggression given form, was no match for the rage. She flung it across the room.