Gemotions

The train rattled along, each bump a jarring reminder of how utterly drained Maya was. The insistent chatter of the other passengers was a dull roar in her ears. She stared at the worn leather of her bag, the mundane details of her life suddenly weighing heavily on her. A wave of nausea hit her as she noticed the man across the aisle wearing the exact same scarf she’d painstakingly knitted for her boyfriend. The woman next to him, laughing at something he'd said, was clutching the same dog-eared copy of “Pride and Prejudice” that *he* always carried.