Gemotions

The tap, tap, tap of the keyboard seemed amplified in the quiet office. Maya stared at the document on her screen, each word a reminder of the lies. Jason’s elaborate tales of his career as a freelance journalist were now revealed as elaborate fabrications. He worked as a cashier at a grocery store. She had believed him, supported him, offered him encouragement. She felt a cold sensation in her stomach. She slammed the laptop shut, the abrupt sound echoing in the empty space. She pushed away from her desk, the sudden movement causing her chair to scrape against the floor. She needed some air.