Gemotions

The thought of missing the opening night of the gallery exhibition, the culmination of years of work, sent a cold wave through Vivian. She felt a profound sense of injustice. The airline's explanations felt like a personal insult. She had to be there. She would be there. She would *not* entertain the idea of staying home. She had to, to make sure her work was hung right and everyone saw it, and felt it. She was sure she’d do this, no matter the obstacles. She kept walking through the terminal, her eyes scanning the crowd, each glance a silent challenge to the universe.