Gemotions

The news came as a whisper, a footnote in a larger, more pressing matter. Sarah was late for work, rushing to make copies of the presentation she needed to give. She glimpsed the email from the university’s publication department. The subject line was “Essay Selection.” She glanced at it, filed it away. When she arrived to work, she put the email in a folder. She had time. She’d look at it later, at the end of the day, when the office had quieted, and the dust motes danced in the afternoon sunbeams.