Gemotions

The invitation to the twenty-year reunion landed with a soft thud on Maya’s doorstep, alongside the usual bills and junk mail. She caught it as she returned from her morning run, a smile already playing on her lips. She tossed it onto the kitchen counter, the sunlight glinting off the polished surface. Her muscles hummed, a pleasant echo of the miles she’d just covered.

Later, she found herself humming along to the radio as she cooked a vibrant salad, the crisp snap of the vegetables mirroring her own inner lightness. It had been a long time since she felt this… buoyant. She imagined seeing Sarah, Mark, even the insufferable Chad. The thought no longer filled her with dread, but with a quiet amusement.

“Maybe I’ll actually have something interesting to say this time,” she chuckled to herself, chopping a red pepper with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.