Gemotions

"No," she said flatly, the word a clipped dismissal that barely escaped her lips. The organiser on the phone, a chirpy, relentlessly upbeat voice, continued on, but she stopped listening, her mind a whirlwind of frustrated thoughts. She wanted to scream. She gripped the phone so hard her knuckles were white. The meticulously planned playlist, the carefully chosen venue, the guest list of people she loved -- all down the drain. She hung up, the abrupt click a sound of finality that did nothing to soothe the tension knotting in her stomach. She needed a drink. Immediately.