Gemotions

The interview room felt airless, the air thick with unspoken competition. Across the table, Sarah was chatting to the interviewer, her voice light and casual. He, on the other hand, felt a strange kind of sluggishness, a mental fog that made it hard to concentrate.

Every question seemed to come at him sideways, as if shrouded in an invisible fog. He found himself fumbling for words, stumbling over simple answers. He watched Sarah, her answers effortless, her smile genuine, and felt a flush creep up his neck.

He felt the tension in his shoulders, a physical manifestation of his unease. He wanted to shout, to push the table over. He stared at his hands, willing them to stop shaking.