Gemotions

The world felt gray to Eleanor. Even the normally boisterous chatter of the café seemed to fade into a dull hum. She sat at a table by the window, swirling the lukewarm coffee in her cup, the bitterness mirroring the taste in her mouth. She had asked her partner, David, to pick up some groceries, so she waited.

She idly picked up David's laptop, left open on the table. Curiosity, a rare spark in her current state, flickered. She’d always known he was a writer. Now, she understood why he was always staring at her. The document on the screen was a novel. And the main character had her name, her quirks, her habits.

Her hands started to shake. The coffee sloshed over the rim of the cup.