Gemotions

He slammed the phone onto the granite counter, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent kitchen. A message. He’d been trying to focus on his spreadsheets, but the incessant ping of notifications was a constant assault. He recognized the number. His brother, probably wanting to borrow money again. With a sigh that carried the weight of a thousand disappointments, he read the text. “Just saw that new indie film, thought you’d love it! Let me know if you want to catch a showing sometime!” He snorted. As if he had time for such fluff. He typed back, “Wrong number, dude. Not interested.” He then deleted the conversation thread. He had important things to do.