Gemotions

"Oh, come on!" Sarah barked at the letter, her voice a sharp crack in the peaceful silence of the living room. She’d unearthed it while sifting through her grandmother’s things, a forgotten piece of history. Her grandmother, the woman who had always seemed so… placid.

The paper felt thin and insubstantial between her trembling fingers, but the words were a punch to the gut. Her grandmother was pushed out for being "too much" for the establishment. Her words spoke of being constantly overlooked and dismissed. A sob caught in Sarah's throat. She wanted to shatter something.

She balled her fists so tightly her nails bit into her palms. The image of her grandmother, always so kind, so understanding, was now forever shadowed by this secret battle. She needed air. Now.