Gemotions

The drive home was a blur. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles whitened. The radio blared, but the music was a meaningless noise in the storm of her feelings. Every red light was a personal affront, every slow driver a source of irritation. She slammed the car door when she arrived home, the sound echoing in the empty garage. She stormed into the house, and immediately began pacing from room to room. The injustice of it all, the blatant disregard for her health information, churned in her stomach, making her nauseous.