Gemotions

The air grew thick and heavy, as if a storm was brewing. “The fight, it was in the alley behind the bakery,” John said, a smirk playing on his lips. He was recalling a violent confrontation between the two of them as teenagers. He remembered the shouts, the punches, the blood. Sarah's breath caught in her throat.

She remembered the event, too, but not the way he described it. She recalled a playful wrestling match, a misunderstanding, and reconciliation. No violence. She felt the blood drain from her face.

Every muscle in her body tensed. She clenched her fists. The room seemed to spin, the objects around her blurring. She wanted to scream, to deny everything. She needed to escape. Suddenly, she jumped up, rushing out of the room, leaving the remnants of the conversation, her own memory, and John's version of events behind her.