Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as Chloe sank into the old armchair, its springs groaning in protest. She had gone to her mother's house after a fight with her husband, seeking some comfort. Instead, she felt trapped.

She found a box filled with her primary school assignments. She picked up a creative writing exercise, a story about a princess and a dragon. Her mother had marked every single spelling mistake with care.

A wave of frustration washed over her. She felt a deep, unspoken sense of disappointment. The world was a place of endless demands. She wanted to scream.