Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Clara's back as she watched the departure time blink on the screen: "Delayed indefinitely." Her grandmother's funeral. She'd spent months planning the trip, promising to be there to say goodbye. Now, stranded.

Her hands shook as she scrolled through the airline's website. They offered her a voucher. A voucher! She needed them to feel the sting of her loss. She needed them to understand the gaping hole in her heart.

She slammed her fist on the counter, startling the ticketing agent. “I want to speak to your manager,” she hissed, her voice a low growl. She would make them understand the profound injustice of this situation. She would make them pay for their indifference.