Gemotions

She ripped the letter into shreds, letting the small pieces flutter onto the tiled floor of the library. The quiet hum of the room, usually a comfort, now felt like a personal insult. She imagined the committee, smugly discussing their decisions, their condescending smiles. They’d probably never stepped foot in a library, let alone needed a scholarship. The librarian, a tiny woman with a bun, gave her a disapproving look. She just glared back, daring the woman to say something. What did she know about struggling?