Gemotions

The invitation sat on Sarah’s desk, a small, unwelcome beacon. She swiveled in her chair, staring out the window. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the city skyline, a landscape that was entirely her own creation.

She considered it, the details of the party. The fancy venue. The promise of nostalgia. She’d spent so much energy constructing her persona. She found it difficult to imagine herself back in the halls of her old high school, where her voice was unheard. The thought made her breath catch.

A small tremor ran through her. It was a no. Absolutely not. Still, she tapped her pen against the invitation, the tapping strangely rhythmic.