Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to mock Beatrice as she sat on the park bench, rereading the email on her phone. Every word felt like a personal insult, a judgment of her soul. She clenched her jaw.

She took a vicious bite out of the apple she'd brought, the tartness doing nothing to soothe her. She tossed the remainder into the trash, the gesture too forceful.

A small child toddled past, dropping a toy. Beatrice ignored the cry of the child's mother and stood up. She strode away, her shoulders stiff with displeasure.