Gemotions

A sharp pain throbbed behind Emily's temples. The deadline for the presentation loomed, and the printer was jammed, again. The phone rang, a shrill, unwelcome intrusion. It was her brother, wanting to know if Lily was enjoying her stay. "She's fine," Emily snapped, her voice tight. That wasn't entirely truthful. Lily had begun drawing this odd character, a being of shifting colours with mismatched limbs and an unsettlingly large smile. The creature, named "Sparky" by Lily, looked exactly like the friend Emily had conjured up when she was a little girl, a friend she'd locked away in the forgotten corners of her memory. Emily hung up the phone and slumped down in her chair, the weight of everything pressing against her chest, making it hard to breathe.