Gemotions

Liam slumped onto the park bench, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues. He’d just sent the text, a flirty missive about a date, to his grandmother, instead of his girlfriend. His face burned with heat.

He ran a hand through his hair, the loose strands of hair feeling like a physical weight. The weight of his blunder.

He imagined his grandmother's confusion, her innocent questions. The idea of her reading the message made his blood run cold. He hadn't just made a mistake; he'd crossed a line, a deeply inappropriate one. He pulled out his phone again, but the thought of crafting an explanation made him want to scream.