Gemotions

The flashing cursor on the dating app mocked her. "Mark" had messaged her again, asking if she was free to grab a coffee. She knew his profile picture, the one with the blurry cityscape in the background, was taken from the overlook in the park. The very park she walked through every morning. Her stomach lurched. The cheerful music from her phone seemed invasive, too loud. Suddenly, every shadow held a hidden threat. She deleted the app, the gesture a frantic attempt to regain control.