Gemotions

The cream-colored envelope landed on the kitchen counter with a gentle thud. Amelia, mid-sip of her morning coffee, nearly choked. A high school reunion. Her high school reunion. It felt like a practical joke, the kind her ex-boyfriend, the resident class clown, might orchestrate. She peered at the elegant script on the front. It was definitely her name. A strange lightness took hold in her stomach, making her almost float across the room to pick it up.

The glossy card inside showcased a photo from twenty years ago, a time when she’d worn ridiculously oversized glasses. A chuckle escaped her lips, quickly followed by a cough to cover it. She ran a hand through her hair, smoothing down stray strands. The date was next month. Suddenly, her carefully planned evening, a quiet night in with a book, seemed dull, almost unacceptable.