Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. The interviewers had been so friendly. The job was perfect for Olivia. Now, hearing that Grace had gotten it, a bitter taste filled her mouth. She forced a smile for Grace over the phone, the words feeling brittle on her tongue.

She hung up the phone and slammed her fist onto the table. The impact sent a shiver through her arm. She got up from the table. She began to pace her apartment. She felt an uncontrollable urge to move, to do something, anything, to dispel the restless energy coursing through her.

She grabbed her keys. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to get out.