Gemotions

The chipped mug in Maria's hands felt heavy, almost unbearable. She stared out the window, watching the leaves swirl in the autumn wind. The argument with Sofia about the dog, about who was supposed to take care of it, had left a deep gash. Maria felt the raw edge of that wound.

The memory of the day, how it had seemed, was a cruel trick. She had been sure Sofia was wrong. Now, Sofia was adamant that Maria had agreed to do it.

Maria clenched her jaw. She didn’t know how to repair the damage. The dog's mournful howls were all but lost in the wind.