Gemotions

"Blast it all!" Barry barked, kicking at a loose wire on his workbench. The automated dog walker. His idea. His passion. Someone else, some slick corporation in Silicon Valley, had stolen it. A wave of heat flushed his face.

He pushed back from his workbench, the chair scraping against the concrete floor of his workshop. He felt a tightening in his chest, a feeling of constriction. He glared at the patent information on his computer screen, the words blurring before his eyes.

He abruptly stood up and slammed his fists on the table, sending small tools scattering. A string of expletives escaped him, a release of the tension that was building inside him. The injustice of it all, the audacity of it. He needed to get out, he needed to walk, he needed to scream, but he was afraid of his neighbors calling the police.