Gemotions

He sat in the park, watching children play with the very toy he had designed. The "interactive learning blocks" were a massive success, but they weren't *his*. The company that had stolen the design was advertising the product on a giant billboard. His jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed.

He could feel a burning heat rising in his neck. He wanted to shout, to confront the smiling faces on the advertisement. He wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. He balled his hands into fists. But what could he do? They would always win.