Gemotions

A vein throbbed in Sarah's temple. She reread the rejection email, the words blurring before her eyes. The sleek, streamlined design of the automated garden gnome - a complete waste! They already had a patent? She slammed her laptop shut with a loud thud, the sound echoing through her apartment. This was an injustice.

She marched over to the window, throwing it open with a forceful yank. The wind whipped her hair across her face, but she barely noticed. A tremor ran through her hands. She grabbed a ceramic pot from the windowsill and hurled it into the empty fireplace, listening to it shatter into a thousand pieces.