Gemotions

The radio blared in Maya's beat-up car, the music loud, almost painful. She’d been driving aimlessly for hours, the college's closure a constant ache in her mind. Her foot pressed the gas pedal, the engine roaring in response. She needed to feel something, anything, besides the cold dread.

She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. The highway stretched before her, an endless ribbon of asphalt. She looked at the dashboard, then back at the road, her foot pressing down harder.

She had to get out, to escape, even just for a few hours. Where, she didn't know, but she needed to go.