Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the accounting office seemed to close in on Sarah. Each passing moment felt like a slow, inexorable march towards the inevitable. She watched the new girl, Jessica, her movements quick, her posture eager, the very picture of everything Sarah was no longer.

Sarah’s hands felt clammy, she found herself repeatedly wiping them on her jeans. “Okay, so you’ll need to input the data here…” her voice was a monotone drone. She felt a profound sense of distance, the words feeling like they belonged to someone else.

She sighed inwardly. The air in the office was thick, stagnant, as if holding its breath along with her. She glanced at the clock: only 8:47 AM. The day stretched before her, an endless expanse of tedious instruction.