Gemotions

"Did you see that?" Maya asked, nudging her husband. They were at the community picnic. Mr. Abernathy, always so quiet and seemingly on the brink of poverty, had just arrived in a helicopter.

Her husband, Robert, just shrugged, a bewildered expression on his face.

She felt a hot flush rising in her cheeks. He’d always grumbled about the cost of everything. She had been the one to always encourage him to buy the cheaper item. She’d even helped him sew on the patches on his old jeans.

She found herself staring, her jaw slack, as Abernathy disembarked, shaking hands with the mayor. This revelation had thrown her entire understanding of their neighbourhood into question. How could she have been so…wrong?

The cheap plastic cutlery suddenly felt very sharp.