Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the boat, the rhythmic slap of waves against the hull, the salty air – it was her happy place. The endless expanse of the ocean soothed her soul. She had sailed solo for weeks. Now, she was reading a digital copy of her article. A familiar wave of tranquility washed over her.

But the byline… it was wrong. Her work, her words, attributed to someone else.

The ocean, previously a source of comfort, now seemed vast and unforgiving. The gentle rocking became a nauseating sway. She gripped the railing, her knuckles white, feeling the cold steel. The vastness of the ocean, once beautiful, now reflected the overwhelming feeling of isolation.