Gemotions

"Damn it!" Clara hissed, the word escaping her lips like a deflated balloon. Her mind felt like a tangled web. The instant-cooling beverage dispenser, her dream, her life's work, was useless. The patent rejection sat on her desk, the cold words mocking her. She rubbed her temples, feeling a dull ache throbbing behind her eyes. Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the hard wood, a rapid-fire staccato that mirrored the relentless beat of her own heart. She felt a knot forming in the pit of her stomach.