Gemotions

The tiny screen in the waiting area blinked, the delay notice stubbornly refusing to disappear. "Another one?" Sarah muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible. Her wedding was tomorrow. Her dress was ready, the flowers ordered, the venue prepared. But with this flight delay, she was certain her meticulously planned travel would fall apart.

She fidgeted with the strap of her handbag, pulling at the leather until it felt stretched. She picked at a loose thread on her sweater. She felt a burning sensation in her throat. She glanced at the clock, then at the other passengers, feeling a prickle of resentment.