Gemotions

She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her nails. The patent denial. Her “Eco-Friendly Composting Toilet” – someone else had already done it, and far more effectively. A wave of frustration, mixed with something else, something… volatile, ignited in her chest. She had the desire for something more, the sudden need to break free.

She slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. She felt a restless energy bubbling within her, a palpable need for action.

Without a second thought, she grabbed her keys and dashed out the door. She didn’t know where she was going, but she had to go somewhere. The wind whipped her hair across her face as she ran through the busy city streets.