Gemotions

“And then, he just… tripped,” Bethany said, her voice filled with amusement. Mark sunk lower into the plush armchair, trying to blend into the patterned fabric. The tale of his accidental tumble during their college presentation was being rehashed yet again, this time for his boss. He felt his face heat up. All he could remember was a moment of gracefulness as he explained the topic, not stumbling. The room felt suddenly too warm, too bright. He wanted to shout, "That's not how it happened!" but he was silenced by a wave of embarrassment.