Gemotions

He paced the length of the cramped kitchen, his footsteps a staccato rhythm against the linoleum floor. The review was a physical presence, a looming shadow that cast a pall over everything. He felt a constant tremor in his hands, making it difficult to hold the phone. He’d never felt this way before.

The words had stripped him bare, exposed his vulnerabilities. He felt vulnerable. The criticisms, sharp and precise, had found their mark. He felt an overwhelming urge to flee. He reached for his coat.