Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Sarah, after years of toil, learned her design for a self-adjusting prosthetic limb was already patented. She stared at the email, her fingers trembling. The world felt out of focus, a blur of frustration and disappointment.

She paced her small apartment, the worn wooden floorboards creaking under her hurried steps. Her hands kept moving, fiddling with things, grabbing things, putting them down. She was restless. She needed to feel she was doing something, anything, at all.

She walked out into the streets, trying to distract herself, but the image of her device and what it could do remained vivid. The ache was still there.