Gemotions

The train rattled along, a metallic beast hurtling toward the city. The noise grated on Maya's nerves. She tapped her foot, a relentless beat against the grimy floor. She was on her way to the final competition and all she could see were the endless possibilities that lay ahead of her.

Her phone buzzed, a harsh, intrusive sound. It was a text from the competition organizer: “Please arrive immediately. Something has come up.” Her stomach lurched. What could be the issue? She had rehearsed, perfected her performance. Nothing should go wrong.

She stared out the window, watching the blur of passing scenery. The wait felt like an ice bath. Her hands felt clammy. She pulled out her lip balm and reapplied it, something to do with her hands.

The train screeched to a halt. When would she get there already?