Gemotions

The sound of the postal worker dropping the letter into the slot was the opening act. It was delivered the day of Eleanor's birthday. She watched the delivery and recognized the postmark immediately. John. She hadn't seen him in decades. She picked it up with a shaking hand.

The carefully chosen words felt like a slap in the face. She wanted to scream. She wanted to destroy everything. She felt her chest constrict. She walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and started chopping vegetables with angry, rapid strokes. Each slice was a gesture of defiance, a silent scream.