Gemotions

The email arrived like a poisoned dart. "Party's off, sorry for the inconvenience." Amelia stared at the screen, a slow burn starting in her chest. She reread the message, each word a fresh insult. Now, they wanted to cancel? Fine. She'd been planning a trip to a remote island for months, a vacation they all knew about. Well, she thought, maybe she'd just… go alone. And send postcards. Lots and lots of postcards.

The kitchen timer beeped. Amelia marched over, slamming her hand down to silence it. Dinner was going to have to wait. There were arrangements to make. Flights to book. She pictured the expressions on their faces when they realized she wasn't coming back, not for Christmas, not for anything.