Gemotions

"Did you hear?" John asked, his voice tight. Sarah just nodded, her jaw locked. The words, when finally spoken, tasted like ash. Another sale. Another round of uncertainty.

The air in the break room felt thick, heavy. John fiddled with the coffee machine, his movements jerky. He slammed the lid down and walked outside.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, the crisp air doing nothing to soothe his knotted muscles. He dug his hands deep in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the asphalt. He wanted to shout, to rail against the injustice of it all.