Gemotions

The metallic tang of blood filled her nostrils as she bandaged her scraped knee. The little chihuahua, Pablo, had darted into the street again. She had been distracted, texting on her phone. She barely registered the tiny, panicked barks before she saw the car screech to a halt.

She'd been so lost in her thoughts. She had been going over the fight she had had with her mother, and the subsequent silence. Now, she was staring at the dog. She thought of Pablo's owner, a young girl named Lily.

She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it hard to breathe. The scraped knee was nothing.