Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in Elena's hand. She was trying to schedule a meeting with her boss, but her fingers fumbled with the touch screen. It was all she could think about. The news. The news she had overheard in the office gossip. The information she could hardly believe.

Her lunch, a perfectly prepared salad, sat untouched on her desk. She wasn’t hungry. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions and resentments. The world around her seemed to be moving at a different speed.

Later that evening, she found herself staring into the mirror, examining the lines etched around her eyes. She felt a deep, unspoken disappointment, a quiet anguish that resonated from her core.