Gemotions

Her stomach churned. Sarah stared at the empty chair where Professor Davies always sat, his tweed jacket draped over the back. She’d spent countless hours here, dissecting poetry, sharing her dreams. Now, a hastily scribbled note, tucked beneath a stack of books, announced his abrupt departure. “Off to the Isle of Skye. Farewell.” The audacity! She felt a heat prickle under her skin, her hands clenching at her sides. He’d promised to help her with her thesis. He’d said she was his most promising student.