Gemotions

The email arrived, subject line: "Meeting up?" Sarah ran a hand through her hair, which was falling over her face. She closed the laptop without opening it. Another distraction. She picked up a book from the nightstand, but only managed to flip through a few pages.

The city outside her window hummed, a constant, low-level drone. An hour later, she relented. A brief reply. "Sure, why not." It didn’t really change anything, her life would continue regardless.

She met him at the park, the air thick with the smell of grass and something floral. She listened, mostly, to his excited chatter about the game they had both spent hours discussing online. The birds were singing. Her fingers traced the outline of a crack in the park bench.