Gemotions

A vein throbbed in Michael’s forehead. He watched as his sister, Chloe, twirled the end of her hair, smiling sweetly. He could *feel* the heat rising in his face. She was making it sound like he was at fault for the entire debacle.

“You know, I remember *you* were the one pushing to go in the first place, Michael,” she said. “And I kept telling you the park was a bad idea.”

"Bad idea? I wanted to go to the pool," he retorted. He remembered his excitement that morning, the plans they had made. But it had been raining heavily. It was *her* idea to go for a walk. He ran a hand through his hair, the urge to just scream rising in his throat.

She shrugged, unfazed. “Details.”