Gemotions

Eliza kicked at a loose stone on the sidewalk, sending it skittering across the pavement. "No, seriously, the dog was massive! A Great Dane, easily." Her voice climbed, a tight, thin sound. Beside her, Chloe hummed, fiddling with the strap of her purse.

"It was a poodle, Eliza. A tiny little thing with a pink bow. You were terrified of it, remember?" Chloe's smile was soft, her tone gentle, but that only made it worse.

Eliza stopped walking, her jaw tight. She could see the dog, the slobber, the sheer imposing size. The way it had towered over her, its head almost level with her own. Why was Chloe doing this? Why was she deliberately twisting the narrative? Her breath came out in short, ragged puffs. The world suddenly felt off-kilter.