Gemotions

The workshop was silent, an unsettling stillness. Michael’s hands trembled as he held his latest sculpture. He’d been so eager to show it to Mr. Tanaka, the master craftsman who’d taught him everything. He never got the chance.

The workshop was cold and empty. Michael felt a sudden hollowness, the same sensation that had appeared in his stomach. He felt a stab of fury. The others were moving on, beginning to prepare their own works.

He dropped his sculpture. The marble smashed against the floor, a loud, defiant sound. He wanted to destroy everything. He'd put his heart and soul into this, and for what? He stared at the pieces, feeling as though something had broken inside him.