Gemotions

The chipped mug slammed onto the desk, sloshing coffee across the surface. Sarah grabbed a paper towel and scrubbed furiously at the stain, the simple act a physical manifestation of the turmoil churning inside her. She replayed the conversation in her head, each word, each inflection, twisting the knife. He’d asked about her upcoming art project, offering unsolicited criticism based on her innermost fears and aspirations, perfectly articulated in the journal. She felt a burning sensation in her throat, a choked back sob.