Gemotions

The bright, cheerful colors of the invitation seemed to taunt her. She found herself clutching it, her knuckles white. After all these years, they expected her to return? She tossed it onto the counter, then turned away, the sudden sharp movement sending a pain through her shoulder.

She pictured herself back there, those narrow hallways, the judging eyes. A shudder ran through her. She felt like a trapped animal. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing how they had affected her. Never.