Gemotions

The phone call was short, the words clipped and impersonal. "The university is closing. Your scholarship..." The line went dead. Maya stood, phone dangling from her hand. The implications hit her like a physical blow. Where would she go? What would she do?

She wandered into her kitchen, the familiar smells of home no longer comforting. She opened the refrigerator, stared at the contents, and then closed it again. She wanted to scream. She sank into a chair, the room spinning around her.