Gemotions

The bustling marketplace, usually a source of energy, felt stifling today. The noise, the smells, the jostling crowds – all intensified the tension that had gripped her. Old Man Mateo, her teacher, her confidant, had vanished. The small shop, his life’s work, was now locked.

She picked at the corner of her lip, her mouth dry. The bustling around her was distracting, but felt like a distraction from the larger issues. The path ahead seemed choked, blocked by uncertainty and fear. She desperately wanted to get away, to find clear air. The feeling was a solid, unrelenting pressure on her chest.