Gemotions

The text, a lengthy rant about the terrible service at the restaurant, was supposed to go to her friend, who shared her disdain. Instead, it landed in the restaurant owner's inbox. She stood frozen, the phone a heavy weight in her hand. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks.

Her fists clenched. She imagined the owner’s reaction, the hurt in his eyes. She felt the urge to destroy something, to lash out at anyone. She saw a vase on a nearby shelf and briefly considered shattering it. She had ruined everything.

She wanted to run, to flee the scene, but she was trapped. She took a deep, shuddering breath and picked up the phone again. She had to deal with the consequences of her actions.