Gemotions

The news seemed to suck all the color from the diner. Sarah stared at the empty plate in front of her, the uneaten eggs congealing on the ceramic. She hadn't even touched them. She'd driven here, hoping the greasy food and cheerful chatter of the regulars would cheer her up, but now, the world was a dull shade of grey.

The waitress, a woman with a kind face, asked if everything was alright. Sarah just shook her head, unable to speak. The rejection was like a lead weight in her gut. She’d worked so hard, sacrificed so much. Her dreams, it seemed, were just a cruel joke.

The jukebox music seemed tinny and irritating. She wished she could just disappear. She pushed herself away from the table, not even bothering to pay.