Gemotions

The airport cafe was a symphony of petty annoyances. The coffee was lukewarm, the croissant stale, and the radio station was playing elevator music. Jessica picked at the pastry, her jaw clenched. She needed to be at the art gallery’s opening reception, to witness the unveiling of her magnum opus, a project of two years of her life.

She picked up her phone and sent a curt text to her agent, who responded with a placid "Don't worry, darling, we'll make the best of it." The casual disregard felt like a fresh wound. She abruptly stood up from the tiny table, throwing her half-eaten food into the nearest bin.

She glanced out the window, and saw the runway. Nothing.