Gemotions

Rain hammered against the terminal windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Anya. Her grandmother’s birthday party. Missed. The flight crew’s nonchalant announcement about a mechanical issue felt like a personal insult. She wanted to smash something, anything.

She’d left her phone on the seat of her own plane when she'd been off it earlier. She pictured the flight attendants’ faces, so used to inconveniencing people. Anya made her way back to the gate, her heart pounding. She'd pretend to leave some important papers, just in case someone from the crew would pick them up.

When she got back, she picked up her phone from the seat, and acted startled, as if it were a surprise. She left a nasty comment about their service on their official social media page. She could feel the venomous satisfaction spread through her like a slow poison.