Gemotions

Sarah drummed her fingers on the mahogany desk, a staccato rhythm against the hushed office ambiance. The emails she’d been attempting to answer blurred before her eyes; the words swam on the screen. She stood abruptly, the chair scraping a discordant note against the polished floor. Outside, the city thrummed with a frenetic energy she craved. She needed a change of scenery, something to break the monotony. The promotional interview loomed, and the wait was unbearable.

She grabbed her coat and practically bolted from the office. The air outside was crisp, the sky a vast expanse of pale blue. She walked faster, her pace quickening with each stride. She passed a bustling café, the aroma of coffee pulling her, but she bypassed it, intent on reaching the park. The gentle sway of the trees offered a small sense of peace.

Her thoughts, however, still raced. The other candidate, Mark, had the same qualifications, the same experience. He’d probably already planned his wardrobe. The uncertainty gnawed at her insides; she felt like an overwound spring. She had to do something, anything to quell the jittery feeling.