Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash, but he kept refilling his mug, the warmth a small comfort against the chill of the news. David’s eyes scanned the blueprint, his brow furrowed in concentration. He’d conceived the self-healing concrete during a sleepless night, a moment of pure inspiration. Now, another company had scooped him. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. He had anticipated the competition, yes, but not this. Not a patent filed six months prior. He got up from his chair and began to walk. The movements of his legs felt strange. He moved towards the window, staring out at the cityscape, each building a silent condemnation.