Gemotions

She walked past the gleaming glass front of the bookstore, her pace slowing involuntarily. The sight of the magazine display, the vibrant cover art, made her stomach clench. Her article, now hers no more, was sitting there. A stranger's name in bold letters, a monument to her frustration.

She felt a sharp stab of envy, the same feeling that gripped her throat during the morning. She felt a burning sensation in her chest. She wanted to yell. She wanted to break something. She clutched her purse, her knuckles white against the leather.

She kept walking, her gaze fixed on the sidewalk. She needed to escape this feeling of being stifled. The world, previously filled with possibilities, now felt like a closed door.