Gemotions

The words on the screen blurred. Sarah blinked, trying to focus, but the carefully crafted rejection was a wall. *We are unable to…* It was all the same language. The same empty phrases. The same crushing blow.

She pushed back her chair, the sudden movement causing her to knock over her water glass. The water spread across the desk, soaking into the paper. She watched it, a strange detachment washing over her. She made no move to stop the mess.

She walked into the kitchen, the floorboards groaning under her feet. She stared into the refrigerator, the open door a bright, accusing rectangle. She wasn't hungry, not for food anyway. She wanted the certainty of action. She grabbed a carton of ice cream, and a spoon.