Gemotions

She grabbed the magazine and flung it across the room. “Professor Plum’s Potent Punch: The Party Drink of the Year!” Her punch, the one she had developed during her college days, was now being touted as some legendary concoction. A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

Her cheeks flushed. She started pacing, the small space of her living room suddenly feeling incredibly constricting. She felt a throbbing ache in her temples. She grabbed the first thing she could find - a plush pillow - and hurled it against the wall, a small, futile act of defiance.