Gemotions

"Well, this is just peachy," Amelia thought, the words dripping with sarcasm. The airport felt like a purgatory of bad decisions. She tapped her foot impatiently, the rhythmic sound echoing in the sterile waiting area. The air was thick with a shared sense of frustration.

Her book launch. Hours of work, weeks of anticipation, all leading to this pivotal moment. She had pictured the smiling faces, the well-deserved praise, the validation she so craved. Now, the dream was slipping away.

She let out a short, humorless laugh. "Of course," she muttered, "it couldn't have gone smoothly." Then, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling, already composing a scathing review of the airline in her mind.