Gemotions

The email was a bomb dropped in the middle of her morning coffee. The scholarship, the key to her dreams, wasn’t hers. A mistake, a clerical error, and it was meant for someone else. But the money had already been dispersed, and the university, after an initial flurry of frantic emails, had backed down. Sarah ran her hands over her arms, goosebumps rising.

A laugh bubbled up from deep inside her. A reckless, joyous sound. She felt like a tightly wound spring, finally released. She needed to *move*. She grabbed her running shoes, her heart thudding against her ribs. The city, normally a blur of noise and obligation, suddenly seemed ripe with possibilities.