Gemotions

The beach felt cold, the wind biting through Maya's thin jacket. She sat on a driftwood log, watching the waves crash against the shore. Her groundbreaking sustainable energy generator, designed to harness the power of the ocean, was now a marketable product for a powerful oil company. Her hands were cold, her vision blurred by an unseen mist.

She kicked at the sand, scattering grains across the wet surface. The rhythmic crashing of the waves usually calmed her, but today it only amplified the emptiness inside. She wanted to yell, to scream, but the words wouldn't come. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep within.