Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the diner cast an eerie glow over the empty booth where Sarah sat. The waitress, wiping down the counter, didn't bother her. The scholarship debacle was a cold knot in her stomach. She’d always managed to work around challenges, to pull herself up by her bootstraps. She took a bite of her cold fries, chewed slowly, considering the possibilities. She imagined working more hours, maybe finding a cheaper apartment. The options swirled in her mind. She finished her meal, leaving a generous tip, and rose.