Gemotions

The email notification chimed, a cheery, oblivious sound that grated on David's nerves. The subject line: "Check this out!" From his cousin, Mark. He felt the blood begin to pound in his ears. His vision swam slightly.

He crumpled the email in his fist, crushing the digital words as if they were physical objects. He pushed his chair back, the wheels scraping against the tiled floor, the noise jarring. He stood up, pacing back and forth, the confines of his small cubicle suddenly feeling like a prison.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, but the gesture offered no comfort. He glared at his computer screen, the innocent blankness of the word document mocking him. He wanted to shatter something, to obliterate the source of this unwanted exposure.