Gemotions

The screen was the enemy. Emily felt her pulse quicken as she saw the headline. Her private thoughts, exposed to strangers. The injustice of it all burned. But she wouldn't let them win. She wouldn't let them see her flustered.

She began cleaning. She scrubbed the counter, then moved on to the stove, then the floor. She moved at a furious pace, as if trying to erase something from the surface. She cleaned everything in her apartment, her thoughts focused on each move.

She would choose how to deal with this, in her own time. She would not be rushed. She would not be intimidated.