Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the chipped ceramic of the coffee table. Sarah glanced at it, saw the name "Mom" and sighed. She’d promised to call. Lifting the phone felt like dragging a lead weight. She answered. "Hey."

"Are you still coming over for dinner?" her mother asked, the usual warmth in her voice. Sarah shrugged, even though her mom couldn't see it. "Yeah, probably. What time?"

"Whenever you like, dear. Just… let me know." The call ended. Sarah picked up the phone again, meaning to text her friend, Chloe, about the new exhibit at the gallery. Her thumb, however, selected the wrong contact. "Just saw the one about the weird cat paintings" she typed, hit send, and immediately felt a flicker of annoyance at her own clumsiness. Who cares? She thought, and went to the fridge.