Gemotions

Sarah pushed away from her desk, the email notification still fresh in her mind. “The Golden Dragon, Closing Its Doors.” She felt like she'd been yanked from her chair and spun around. The office suddenly seemed too bright, the fluorescent lights harsh and unforgiving. Her hands trembled as she reached for her water bottle, spilling half the contents over her keyboard. She just couldn't think. The lunch specials, the comforting warmth of the wonton soup…all gone. She needed to be somewhere else. Where to go seemed like a terrible question at that moment.