Gemotions

The afternoon sun poured through the window, bathing the room in warmth. She’d been feeling... animated. She had just finished a limerick about a grumpy badger and a rogue rubber duck. "There once was a badger so cross, whose temper was prone to toss… " She grinned. She could hardly wait. Then, she hit send. The words: "Sent to the wrong number". Her shoulders slumped.

The phone showed an unfamiliar name. Should she apologise? Delete the message? The screen felt hot in her hand. The decision was difficult. She could do anything.