Gemotions

Sarah paced the length of her tiny apartment, the linoleum floor cold beneath her bare feet. The rejection letter from the patent office was tucked in her pocket, a hot brand against her thigh. She stopped abruptly, her breath catching in her throat. Her groundbreaking algorithm, the key to her dreams, was already someone else's. She muttered under her breath, a rapid string of incoherent words, a frantic attempt to make sense of the situation. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, a silent plea for a different outcome.