Gemotions

The airport food court was a wasteland. Sarah picked at the limp fries, the oily smell doing nothing to alleviate the nausea churning in her gut. She’d been meticulously preparing for this trip, this interview, which would reshape her life and career. Her whole future was now potentially ruined by this absurd inconvenience. The air felt thick, suffocating.

She barely looked up as a child bumped into her, spilling juice on her skirt. The mother’s apologies, however heartfelt, were dismissed with a tight, silent glare. She wanted to scream at someone, at something. She closed her eyes, trying to force the feeling down, a futile effort.