Gemotions

"No." The word, a sharp expulsion of breath, hung in the air. Sarah reread the Facebook post, the words blurring before her eyes. The Diner, her haven, her safe space, was shutting down.

Her apartment felt oppressively small, the air thick with the unspoken frustration that settled over her. She kicked a stray shoe under the sofa.

Her usual morning walk seemed pointless, a futile exercise in a world that refused to cooperate. She wanted to yell at someone, anyone, just to release the pressure building inside her.