Gemotions

Michael paced his cramped office, the worn carpet offering little comfort. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. The email, subject line "Your Life's Story," still burned in his inbox. It was the publisher, informing him about the upcoming release of "Michael Harding: Against the Odds." Against the odds of *what*, he wondered, slamming his fist on his desk, almost breaking the ancient monitor. He was a librarian, for crying out loud!

He considered setting the building on fire.

He clenched his jaw, imagining the author, some slick-haired man with a carefully crafted smile, cashing in on his quiet, unremarkable existence. The audacity!