Gemotions

The car radio blared, but Sarah couldn’t focus on the music. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, the insistent tapping a frantic counterpoint to the quiet devastation that had settled over her. The cheerleading squad tryouts had gone poorly, a brutal reminder of the years she had dedicated to perfecting her routines. Her foot pressed harder on the accelerator, as if speed could outrun the disappointment that threatened to suffocate her. She swerved into the parking lot of a local diner, needing something, anything, to distract her.