Gemotions

The air in the sterile, brightly lit room seemed thick and heavy, as if it were struggling to carry the weight of his irritation. He sat stiffly, his back ramrod straight, while the young intern tried to explain the situation.

“But… but this isn’t possible," the intern stuttered, looking at the screen. He was completely useless. He had to take deep breaths to stop himself from interrupting, from dismissing the younger man's attempts at a placid tone.

His jaw clenched. He stared out the window at a flock of pigeons. He was not a fan of pigeons, always dirty and scurrying around. He hated them. And this situation made him feel like one of them.