Gemotions

The stale air in the terminal felt thick, clinging to Sarah like a shroud. She hadn’t slept. The flickering neon signs above buzzed in time with the relentless thrum of anxiety in her ears. Her grandfather's funeral. She’d promised to speak, to share memories, to be there for her family. Now, the plane, stubbornly grounded, was the jailer. She hugged her knees to her chest, the action offering little solace. The world seemed to shrink around her, closing in with each passing minute. A hollow ache resonated within her, a cavernous emptiness.