Gemotions

The silence was the worst part, thought Jessica. The endless, echoing quiet that amplified every creak and groan of the metal box. She felt a strange tingling in her fingertips, a sign of the nervousness coiling in her gut. She chewed on her lip, a habit she'd thought she'd broken years ago.

"This is just my luck," she said, her voice sounding faraway.

Her coworker, Kevin, was staring at the floor, his shoulders slumped. He seemed as trapped as she was. She wanted to yell, to scream, to break free. She wanted to feel the sun on her skin, the wind in her hair. She wanted out.