Gemotions

The train rattled along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter a relentless percussion against the already taut nerves. Fiona gripped the armrest, her knuckles white.

She was on her way to meet her old school friend, Beth. Beth had texted her earlier in the day and requested they reminisce about their time as teenagers at the skating rink. Beth remembered smooth skating, laughter, and a shared first crush.

Fiona thought of a crowded, noisy atmosphere and a series of falls. She thought of a sprained ankle. "I hope she doesn't bring that up," she thought, the anticipation of the conversation a physical weight.