Gemotions

The phone call was short, the voice polite but firm. The manuscript was not what they were looking for. The words echoed in her mind, a relentless drumbeat of disappointment. Her shoulders slumped, and she felt a wave of sadness wash over her.

She sat on the floor, leaning against the cold wall. The apartment, once her sanctuary, now felt like a prison. The silence was deafening. She stared at the floor, tracing the lines of the wood grain, her mind numb.

She felt a complete lack of ambition. The future, once so full of possibilities, now seemed bleak and empty. She wanted nothing more than to stay in place, to be still.