Gemotions

“And then, remember, we were so close to winning the dance competition?” Mark asked, grinning. They were at a sports bar, watching a game.

Sophia’s eyebrows shot up. She felt a jolt of alarm. “Winning? Mark, we tripped over our own feet. We were terrible!”

Mark frowned. “No, we were amazing! We were in the lead until the final round.”

Sophia shook her head, feeling a strange disconnect from his memory. She recalled the humiliating stumble, the laughter of the crowd, the sting of defeat.

She felt a flush of heat rise in her cheeks. She took a large gulp of her water. Mark seemed to be seeing a completely different reality.

"I think we might be remembering things differently," she said weakly, the words almost a whisper, hoping that this would pass without too much embarrassment.