Gemotions

"No, I haven’t even started the literature review," Maya admitted, her voice tight. Her advisor, Dr. Ramirez, was relocating to London. She'd known for weeks, but the news seemed to have lodged itself in her throat, making it difficult to swallow. The small coffee shop felt suddenly claustrophobic, even though it was nearly empty. She kept tapping her pen against the table, a staccato rhythm that grated on her own nerves. She wanted to scream, to run. She wanted to *do* something. Anything.