Gemotions

The phone vibrated again, another message apologizing for the cancellation. Sarah tossed it onto the counter. The kitchen, once buzzing with activity, was now eerily silent. She had envisioned the joyous chaos of the party. The laughter, the music, her friends all together.

She wandered through the house, each room echoing with the ghost of her planning. She ran her hand along the tablecloth, the fabric strangely rough under her touch. She'd picked out the perfect linens. Now, the table seemed like a monument to what wouldn't be.

She kicked at a chair leg, the wood making a sharp, hollow sound. She wanted to scream. She wanted to break something. She wanted to be the center of attention.