Gemotions

The fluorescent lights flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the cramped metal box. Liam shifted, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. He noticed Sarah, his coworker, watching him, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. It was probably the heat. He blamed the relentless heat.

“Think they’ll have to pry us out of here?” Sarah asked, her voice a low murmur. Her eyes, usually so bright, held a strange, almost predatory gleam in the dimness.

Liam swallowed, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more nervous than anything. “Hopefully not. I, uh, I'm not claustrophobic.” He cleared his throat. The air felt thick, charged. He adjusted his tie, the fabric suddenly feeling constricting.