Gemotions

The rhythmic clatter of the train tracks was doing absolutely nothing to soothe her. Sarah tapped her foot impatiently, the movement a rapid staccato against the worn floor of the carriage. Every bump and sway of the train intensified the unease she felt. She hadn't heard from anyone.

She pulled her coat tighter, a physical manifestation of the chill that had settled in her bones. She needed to feel certain. Certainty was something that was currently very hard to find.

She forced a smile at a woman across the aisle, but the gesture felt brittle, unnatural. The train lurched to a halt at a station.