Gemotions

The invitation’s arrival had coincided with a particularly difficult week. Sarah was already battling a cold, a demanding boss, and a leaky roof. The brightly colored envelope, with its cheerful message, felt like a deliberate act of aggression. She clenched her jaw as she read the familiar names of the reunion committee.

She crumpled the invitation in her fist, then quickly smoothed it out again. She needed to look presentable for a work meeting at 2 PM. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, which felt far too thin and wispy. The thought of fake pleasantries and forced smiles made her stomach churn.