Gemotions

The phone slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor. The headline "Author Accused of Plagiarism" stared back at her from the cracked screen. The author, of course, was her favorite, the one whose work she had worshipped. She felt a hot flush rising up her neck. Her hands clenched and unclenched.

She paced the length of her tiny apartment, her movements quick, staccato. She couldn’t think straight. She felt a pressure building in her head. She picked up a vase, a gift from a friend, and threw it against the wall. It shattered, the pieces scattering across the floor.

She felt a brief moment of emptiness, and then the fury returned, stronger. She wanted to destroy everything, to rip everything apart. She wanted to make *her* feel this pain.