Gemotions

“Well, this is… interesting,” Maya murmured, holding the invitation aloft. She’d been sorting through bills, a mundane task. Now, the weight of the past pressed down on her. The glossy card seemed to mock her, its polished surface reflecting back an image she barely recognized.

She tapped the card against her lip, a nervous habit she thought she'd long since shed. The reunion was to be at the old high school gymnasium. The thought made her skin crawl. She closed her eyes, picturing the cramped space, the smell of stale popcorn and teenage angst. She had a sudden, overwhelming urge to call her mother.