Gemotions

"Okay, so this is where you'll find the…” The words were getting harder to say, like wading through molasses. The air felt suffocating, thick with unspoken resentment. Brenda felt the veins in her neck throbbing, each pulse a drumbeat of rage.

She pointed to the supply closet, the metal handle of the door gleaming, the very image of control, of order. She wanted to lock herself inside, to scream until her voice gave out. To shatter the world.

She watched the new girl, who had no clue, fumble with the lock, her movements slow, deliberate. Brenda wanted to snatch the keys, to throw them into the ocean, to erase this whole day from existence.