Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital waiting room seemed to close in around her. Maya’s groundbreaking medical diagnostic device, designed to detect early-stage cancers, was already patented. Someone else, a larger company, had done it first.

The hum of the fluorescent lights was a constant drone, a reminder of the emptiness in her spirit. She felt a knot in her stomach, a feeling of inadequacy she couldn't ignore.

She watched the nurses move about, their faces reflecting a range of emotions that eluded her grasp. She wanted to yell and cry.

Her fingers fidgeted with the worn strap of her handbag. The vibrant color of her shoes seemed distant and unreal. The world seemed to have lost its luster.