Gemotions

The news arrived via a whispered conversation in the breakroom. Suddenly, the coffee tasted bitter, the air thick with unspoken truths. A knot formed in her stomach, tightening with each passing moment. Her hands trembled as she forced herself to pick up her pen.

She felt a sudden urge to flee, to disappear. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum with a threatening energy. She found herself checking the clock every few minutes, counting down the hours until she could escape.

She attempted to focus on her work, but the numbers blurred before her eyes. Every keystroke felt like a futile act, a drop in the ocean of inequality. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, leaving her grasping for stability.