Gemotions

He walked through the park, his footsteps heavy, the setting sun casting long shadows. He hadn't slept, hadn’t eaten. He kept seeing the news, reliving the moment. His friend, Paul, got the job. He couldn't shake the images from his head of the interview, the handshake, the casual conversations afterward. The image of the victory.

The familiar path he usually took now seemed foreign and hostile. The vibrant colors of the leaves felt garish. He found himself picking up a stone, turning it over and over in his hand, feeling the grit, the weight. The weight of his own disappointment was an all-consuming force, a physical presence he could barely manage.