Gemotions

A luxurious cruise ship dominated the horizon. Her sister, Genevieve, had inherited the tickets. She got a rickety old sailboat.

The salty air seemed to slap at her, emphasizing the small boat tied to the dock. Genevieve was smiling, waving, and laughing with a group of friends. She felt the urge to spit.

She turned away, the spray of the ocean hitting her face. The vast expanse of the water felt mocking, and the sail felt like a burden. She wanted to be on that ship, surrounded by people, not alone.