Gemotions

“But you were right there!” Maya exclaimed, her voice cracking. Across the table, Liam just shrugged. She remembered the near-fatal accident, the screech of tires, the horrifying silence that followed. Liam's version was vastly different; he remembered only a minor fender bender, and a lot of laughter. Maya felt her heart pound, a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The air around her seemed to thicken, making it difficult to breathe. She ran a hand through her hair, desperate for some kind of solace, some kind of anchor in the shifting sand of his recollections.