Gemotions

Her fingers practically twirled across the keyboard. She was feeling utterly… effervescent. She'd crafted a detailed, sarcastic instruction manual for her cat, Mittens, on how to conquer the world, starting with the bird feeder. "Step One: Stare menacingly. Step Two: Commence the slow, stalking creep…" She snickered, picturing the scenario. She hit send and a jolt of alarm went through her. Wrong number. Oh, goodness.

A flush rose in her cheeks. The recipient’s name was something she didn't recognise. How could she recover? She paused. The screen was still there. She briefly considered deleting the message. The moment passed.