Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the waiting area cast long shadows across the floor, making everything feel bleak and oppressive. Emily rubbed her temples, trying to massage away the tension that had settled there. She had already missed two connecting flights, and now this. A cold dread seeped into her bones. The reunion with her sister, after years apart, was slipping away.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, a physical manifestation of her mounting disappointment. She stared out the window, watching the planes come and go, feeling utterly stranded. Tears began to well up in her eyes, blurring her vision.