Gemotions

The phone vibrated again, the shrill noise a knife through Elara's tense state. She silenced it, but the memory, the news she had seen, continued to burn in her mind. Her meticulously crafted miniature world, her hidden sanctuary, was now on a website, presented as someone else’s invention. The theft of her privacy and her ideas. The insult.

She snapped. She grabbed her sketchpad and ripped a page from it, crumpling it into a tight ball. She threw it across the room. She needed to break something. She needed to unravel. The stillness inside her had turned into a furious, churning ocean. She threw on a jacket and headed for the park, her pace quick, her jaw tight.