Gemotions

Clara wandered aimlessly, the grocery bag bumping against her leg. The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzzed overhead, adding to the general sense of unease. Her shoulders slumped. Everything felt heavy. Her feet dragged, each step a monumental effort.

Then, through the echoing aisles, a familiar melody. Her own song, but different. Faster. More upbeat. A female voice, strong and confident, filled the air. Clara stopped, frozen, by the frozen peas.

A pang, sharp and unexpected, pierced through her. A hollow ache bloomed in her stomach. It felt like someone had stolen a piece of her, polished it, and then held it up for everyone to admire while she remained unseen.