Gemotions

She slammed the phone down, the plastic receiver rattling against the table. Across the kitchen, Sarah’s cat, Mittens, twitched an ear, sensing the change in the atmosphere. “Across the country?” she muttered to herself, the words barely audible. The news, delivered with such breezy nonchalance from Emily, had left a sour taste in her mouth, a burning knot in her stomach.

She walked into the living room, grabbing the remote and flipping through channels aimlessly. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed too bright, too cheerful. Each commercial, each smiling face on the screen, grated on her nerves. She wanted to scream.

She changed the channel again, back to the news. The world seemed to be going on, untouched, uncaring. It made her even angrier.