Gemotions

The list lay on the polished wood of the dining room table. "Travel the Silk Road. Adopt a dog. Let go of your anger.” Anna’s knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the table. Anger was all she had left. He had promised her the world, then broken every single promise. Now, he wanted her to let go?

She swept the list off the table, sending it spinning into the air. It landed on the floor. She stepped on it, grinding her heel into the paper until it was nothing more than a pulpy mess. The world had gone quiet. She would not be manipulated.