Gemotions

The wind whipped her hair across her face as she waited at the park bench. She had to do this. He was due to arrive any minute. She’d built a grand narrative of her life, the adventurous archaeologist. She was nothing more than an accountant.

Her breath hitched in her chest as the truth began to sink in. She’d painted herself as a different person, someone exciting, someone she was not. She hadn’t even bothered to look up the local museums. She looked around, the autumn colors of the park suddenly seeming dull.

She saw him walking toward her and her breath caught. She didn't know what to say.