Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window of Ben's small office, casting long shadows across his desk. He smiled at the progress he had made, his work finally flowing smoothly. He felt that he was at one with the machine that was his computer. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.

A notification popped up, alerting him to a new email. It was from the Dean. Ben felt a moment of unease, which quickly faded. He opened the email. The subject line: “Professor Davies’ Resignation.” The chair's support suddenly felt inadequate.