Gemotions

The news was a festering wound, a slow poison that was seeping into every aspect of her existence. She felt the constant pressure on her chest. They were ruining everything.

Maria ignored the email. She ignored the news. They were not getting to her.

She had been here for twenty years, building something. She sat in her chair, and the plastic groaned under her weight. Everything felt off. She needed to do something.

She stood up and went to the water cooler, then back to her desk. She slammed the door shut. She would fix it. She would do something, she did not care what.