Gemotions

The digital clock on the bedside table glared at Clara. She’d meant to text her friend, Jessica, about their plans for brunch. Instead, her sleepy fingers had sent a message to her grandmother: "Just want to get off my feet." Her jaw dropped. That certainly wasn't the kind of message you sent to your grandmother. She ran a hand through her hair, the movement slow and heavy. The day had taken its toll, and now this. A sigh escaped her lips as she considered the coming barrage of phone calls.