Gemotions

The air in the art gallery suddenly felt stifling. Sophie stared at Chloe, her mouth agape. “You… you’re saying *I* didn’t even like his work?” Sophie's chest constricted. This revision of their shared experience was beyond belief. Sophie was the one who had championed the artist, she was the one who had organized the visit. The fact that Chloe had now claimed to have loathed the paintings, while suggesting that it was *Sophie* who had dismissed the artist as overrated was absurd. The urge to argue, to scream, to dismantle Chloe’s deceitful narrative, pulsed through her, making her tremble.