Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator was deafening. Sarah's senses were on overdrive. The fashion blog post, the one she'd slaved over, was now attributed to a famous influencer. It was a direct copy, practically word for word. She ran a hand through her hair, tangling the strands. Her mind was a whirlwind.

She couldn’t stand still. She walked back and forth, each step hurried. She had to correct this lie. She had to confront. The need to resolve this was burning.

She picked up her phone and began typing out an email. Words flowed like a dam breaking.