Gemotions

The letter, written to a childhood bully, surfaced in a box from the attic. Maya hadn’t thought about the boy in years, but the words reawakened the old wounds, the old scars. She felt a familiar jolt of pain.

She sat at the kitchen table, the letter spread before her. She felt her heart begin to race. Her breath quickened. The memories flooded back, vivid and raw. She could practically smell the locker room.

She reread the words, the anger and fear still palpable. She felt a profound sense of injustice, a burning desire for retribution. The room seemed to spin around her. The world felt out of focus. She started to tremble.