Gemotions

The professor’s feedback was on the screen. “Lacking in depth,” it stated. “Insufficient engagement.” Sarah leaned back in her chair, the wooden slats pressing against her back. The words held no immediate sting. She swivelled gently, her gaze drifting toward the window. The late afternoon sun painted the leaves of the oak tree outside in hues of gold. She brought her hands together, interlacing her fingers, and stared at the lines created by the shadows of her fingers.