Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. The words wouldn't come. His usual flow had evaporated, replaced by a strange tightness in his chest. Mr. Ellis, his editor, his champion, had simply disappeared from the company directory. No farewell, no feedback on the draft he’d been working on. He rubbed his temples, feeling a dull ache forming. The deadline loomed, a monstrous shape in the periphery of his vision. He needed Mr. Ellis's guidance, his unwavering belief. He felt…stuck.