Gemotions

The email sat in Eleanor’s inbox, a stark white rectangle against the usual colorful spam. Subject: "The Unvarnished Truth: A Biography." She clicked it, fingers suddenly clumsy. A professional-looking website with her name emblazoned across the top filled the screen. Her breath hitched. The bio began: “Eleanor Vance, a woman of quiet desperation…” Her stomach lurched. She scrolled frantically, her heart hammering against her ribs. The narrative followed her life – her disastrous first date, her crippling fear of public speaking, the secret loneliness she felt since her parents' passing. Eleanor slammed the laptop shut. She felt a cold sweat prickling her skin.