Gemotions

The bus rattled and groaned, inching forward with the agonizing slowness of a dying snail. Sarah gripped the strap overhead, her knuckles white. She had a concert to attend, a crucial date with someone important. She glanced at the time, which was now showing she was very late. She typed a message to her best friend, detailing the circumstances, but somehow, the message was sent to her stern, conservative grandmother. Sarah sighed, picturing the ensuing lecture on proper planning. She closed her eyes.