Gemotions

The crumpled patent rejection lay on the kitchen counter, a stark white testament to his failure. Leo stared at it, the fluorescent light above casting a harsh glare. He'd envisioned the self-cooling beverage can as his magnum opus, a product that would transform the beverage industry. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes. He poured himself a glass of water, the clinking of the ice cubes the only sound in the otherwise silent kitchen. He took a long, slow sip, the water doing little to quench the internal heat rising within him. He felt… spent. Completely, utterly spent.