Gemotions

The weight of the shopping bags dug into Amelia's hands, each purchase a fresh reminder of her dwindling funds. She'd been on her feet all day, chasing discounts and coupons, and her back ached. She fumbled with her phone, fingers stiff with cold, intending to text her friend, Chloe, a complaint about the price of avocados. She’d crafted a highly critical message. She squinted at the screen, a line etched between her eyebrows. Her message was going to, not Chloe, but the local butcher, with whom she had only recently made contact. She could only imagine his reaction.