Gemotions

The weight of the new uniform felt heavy, the itchy fabric a constant reminder of his altered circumstances. Frank, a seasoned mechanic, had been moved from the well-established garage into the experimental vehicle division. His stomach felt like a knotted rope.

He stood in the bright, unfamiliar workshop, watching the engineers pore over blueprints. The complex machinery, the advanced technology… it all felt beyond his grasp. He felt a throbbing ache in his temples, a physical manifestation of his apprehension.

He missed the grease-stained overalls, the familiar smell of oil, the simple satisfaction of repairing a classic engine. Here, he felt lost, adrift in a sea of technical jargon and innovation. He wanted to go home.