Gemotions

He checked the time again. Still delayed. He’d built up to this moment for months, and now this. A cold rage settled deep in his core. He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet waiting area.

His son’s recital. He had promised. He’d bought the best tickets. He’d rearranged his entire schedule. And now, he was trapped in this sterile, impersonal space.

He rose from his seat, his hands balled into fists. He stalked towards the nearest airline representative, his shoulders rigid, every muscle tense. He had questions. And he was not going to be ignored.