Gemotions

The flickering television screen displayed an unending loop of weather warnings. Rain lashed against the terminal windows, a rhythmic drumming that mocked Amelia’s internal turmoil. She’d missed her grandmother's birthday luncheon. Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them away, ashamed. Her phone vibrated again, another message from her frantic mother. Amelia slumped further into the uncomfortable plastic chair, the hard surface a physical representation of the situation. Her flight, delayed indefinitely.