Gemotions

The news report played on repeat in Elias's mind. The inventor, a wealthy man, basking in the glory of *his* invention. Elias clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding. The injustice of it all. He sat at his kitchen table, his invention’s blueprints spread out before him.

He slammed his fist against the table. The noise echoed in the small room. He looked at his hand, then at the plans. His entire being felt hollowed out. He pushed the blueprints away, refusing to look at them again. The colors of the plans were too bright, too vibrant, now.

He felt like screaming, but the sound wouldn't come. He got up and walked over to the window, staring out at the street below. He saw nothing but his reflection, a distorted image of disappointment. The world was a strange place.