Gemotions

The tiny, cramped apartment felt even smaller now. A flyer for Emily's party, featuring bouncy castles and a clown, lay on the kitchen table, obscuring her own carefully crafted event - a small gathering for her art exhibition. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse.

Her fingers drummed a rapid tattoo on the table. The canvas she’d been working on stared back at her from the easel, a vibrant splash of color now seeming dull and insignificant. She thought about cancelling the whole thing. How could she possibly compete with a bouncy castle?

She muttered under her breath, a string of expletives coloring her words. How could someone be so inconsiderate? She picked up a paintbrush and hurled it across the room.