Gemotions

The smell of burnt popcorn filled Amelia’s nostrils, a scent that only intensified her ire. Across the kitchen table, Sarah was laughing, recounting the “epic” popcorn disaster from their high school movie night. Epic? It was Sarah's fault they’d burnt the popcorn, she, herself, having been distracted by a phone call!

“And then, remember how the smoke alarm went off and we had to evacuate?” Sarah giggled. The way she was telling it was utterly wrong. Amelia felt a heat rise in her cheeks.

“I remember *someone* being on the phone for twenty minutes, completely ignoring the microwave,” Amelia snapped, finding herself unable to hold back anymore. She pushed the half-eaten slice of pizza away, suddenly not hungry.