Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore soothed Chloe. She sat on the beach, the ocean breeze ruffling her hair. The completion of her final project meant freedom. She’d spent weeks working on her masterpiece, a feeling of accomplishment settling in her bones. She had her life, and her future, all planned out.

A terse phone call interrupted her reverie. A review of her work, a close look at her sources. Accusations of copying someone else's work. The sand beneath her feet, the once comforting sound of the waves, was suddenly a cruel reminder of the peace she was now losing.