Gemotions

The office air suddenly felt thick, heavy. David noticed the article on his computer. His vision blurred, and he blinked hard, willing the words to rearrange themselves. But no.

He gripped the edge of his desk, the polished wood cold beneath his fingers. He felt a sudden, unwelcome tremor run through his limbs. He imagined the envious eyes of his colleagues, the unspoken whispers.

He stood up so fast his chair toppled over. He needed air, a clear head. He had to know what was going on. He grabbed his coat, his movements jerky and hurried.