Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights above hummed a steady tune, a familiar sound that usually faded into the background. Now, with the elevator stationary, it was the only sound. Sarah leaned back against the polished metal wall, letting out a slow breath. She’d been on her feet all morning at the presentation, and the enforced stillness felt good.

“Well,” she said, her voice even, “this is a bit of a pickle, isn't it?” She glanced at Mark, her coworker, who was staring intently at the emergency phone.

The air conditioning, thankfully, still seemed to be working. A gentle coolness brushed against her skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, picturing the open sky.

She imagined she was at home, making tea, and decided to give her full attention to the present. "So, what shall we do to pass the time?" she asked.