Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. She was late for her shift at the restaurant. She had called her parents and, without needing to say it, she knew the disappointment in their voices. The scholarship had been the key, the one thing that had allowed her to focus on school. Now, the weight of the phone in her hand seemed to reflect the weight of her predicament.

As she rushed to her job, the bustling street around her felt a little colder, a little sharper. The prospect of explaining to her manager that she might need to cut back on hours, maybe even drop a class, settled over her.