Gemotions

The city seemed to pulse with an energy she couldn’t share. She was sitting on a park bench, watching the children play. Her fingers traced the outline of a crumpled piece of paper in her pocket, the job description.

She’d convinced herself that she deserved this position, that she was the better candidate. She should have remembered how fiercely driven Ben was. He always was the one who could navigate the complexities of interpersonal dynamics. It was clear that she was not up to the task.