Gemotions

The click of the keyboard felt grating to Clara’s ears. She reread the job posting, then slammed her laptop shut. This opportunity, a chance to work with the arts collective, meant the world to her. Yet, now she felt as if her heart was a trapped bird, beating against its cage. And her friend, Ben, was also vying for the position.

She slammed her hand on the kitchen table. What if he got it? The thought made her stomach churn. She couldn't focus. She couldn't breathe. She grabbed her keys, needing to escape the suffocating feeling. A sudden, almost desperate impulse propelled her outside, into the bustling city. The relentless energy felt both overwhelming and, surprisingly, somewhat grounding.