Gemotions

“Well, that’s just fantastic, isn’t it?” Mark said aloud, kicking at a discarded soda can. It clattered against the chain-link fence. He’d been sure he had a shot. He'd prepped, researched, and practiced. Now, everything was completely worthless.

He’d almost tripped over himself trying to get the job, and for what? The hiring manager had clearly favored Jessica from the beginning. He was sure of it. He felt it in his bones.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, the cold metal of his keys biting against his skin. He needed air, needed to be alone. He walked away from the apartment building, the city sounds fading into the background.