Gemotions

"Fine," Sarah said, her voice flat, barely audible. She was responding to her new supervisor's friendly query about how she was settling in. The question felt like a punch to the gut. The Art Department was the only place she’d ever wanted to be.

The new office, a cubicle in the Sales department, felt like a cage. She had tried to hang some of her art on the walls, but the supervisor had insisted on corporate-approved posters. Her hands clenched as she looked at her desktop, the blank screen reflecting her own bleak expression.

The bright colours of her art supplies sat unused in her drawer. They mocked her. She felt a profound sense of loss, a chasm that yawned within her.