Gemotions

Clara drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, the hum of the engine a monotonous soundtrack to her thoughts. The interview was yesterday, the same day as Maria. Both had their hopes pinned on the project manager role at the tech company. The email notification beeped again on her phone, another reminder that she had yet to hear anything.

The traffic ahead was crawling, mirroring her career prospects. She felt a growing sense of unrest, a hollowness that seemed to expand with each passing minute. The city, usually vibrant, appeared dull and muted. She turned the radio on, searching for a distraction, only to find the same, tired news stories.

She glanced at the rearview mirror, searching her own face for a hint of the person she used to be. The drive felt long and unending. She felt as though she was caught in a current, unable to break free.