Gemotions

"We're passing," the email had stated. Sarah was devastated. She needed to DO something. She got up from the chair. She had to move. She ripped up the letter.

She walked in circles around her small living room. She felt a sudden urge to rearrange the furniture, moving the sofa, pushing it against the wall. Then, she stopped. What was the point? Nothing would change. She would not be published.

She opened the fridge and then closed it. She didn't want to eat, she didn't want to do anything. She felt the sudden urge to pack a bag and leave, go somewhere, anywhere. She would get into her car. She would run away from it all.