Gemotions

The car keys felt heavy in her hand. Sarah sighed, the sound a frustrated puff of air. The drive to the lake felt like a chore, even though she was supposed to be looking forward to it.

The whole thing started with the anniversary of their first date. Mark, her boyfriend, was adamant they had watched fireworks. Vividly, he was talking about the colors, the way they lit up the water.

Sarah had the distinct memory of rain, damp clothes, and a hurried escape to the warmth of a diner. Fireworks? She was fairly certain there weren't any. "You must be thinking of another night," she’d said, trying to be polite. "Nope," he said, grinning. The memory seemed perfect. Hers was not.