Gemotions

The workshop was a mess. Tools scattered, half-finished projects strewn across every surface. The air was thick with the scent of solder and burnt plastic. Liam sat on a stool, hunched over his worktable. The news had hit him hard, an unexpected blow to his confidence. His self-adjusting bicycle seat, the culmination of years of work, was already taken. He picked up a wrench, and threw it towards the wall. It clattered to the floor, leaving a small dent in the plaster. His throat felt tight. He felt a burning in his chest. He felt… defeated.