Gemotions

The silence was broken only by the hum of the broken elevator. Margaret kept trying to call her husband, but there was no signal. She pictured the dinner she had planned, the quiet evening together, the comfort she’d been yearning for. The thought of missing it spurred on her frustrations.

She felt a wave of anger at the world. She slammed her fist against the wall. She was trapped. She felt her chest tighten, and she struggled to breathe, the air feeling suddenly thick and stifling. She needed out.

She began to pace again, her footsteps echoing in the confined space, a hollow rhythm of unrest.