Gemotions

The tiny, cramped waiting area felt like a pressure cooker to David. Sweat beaded on his forehead, despite the airport’s air conditioning. He hadn’t slept in two days, fueled by adrenaline and the promise of seeing his daughter’s first ballet recital. Now, trapped, he just had to watch the minutes tick by.

He stared at his phone, repeatedly refreshing the flight status, the red letters screaming ‘DELAYED’ at him. He felt trapped, his chest heavy. He envisioned her on stage, a vision he would most likely miss.

He ran his hand over his face and then closed his eyes. Every muscle in his body ached. He was exhausted.