Gemotions

"Final boarding call for flight…delayed." The announcement's robotic tone felt deliberately callous to Fiona. Her best friend's engagement party. She’d spent weeks preparing a speech, crafting the perfect gift.

Her nails dug into the palms of her hands, leaving crescent-shaped marks. She needed to respond. She wanted them to feel the frustration, the sting of helplessness.

She began to survey the surroundings. The airline's marketing posters. The bright, cheerful smiles of the staff. She started to craft an elaborate prank, a small act of rebellion, something that would be noticed and remembered.