Gemotions

He was trapped, or so it felt. The relentless stream of calls from media outlets was constant. They wanted interviews. They wanted quotes. They wanted to know about "The Life of Arthur Finch: The Quiet Revolutionary." Arthur, alone in his study, sat rigidly in his chair, staring at the biography.

He picked up a pen and started scribbling furiously on the book's cover, defacing it with angry lines and frantic scratches. He felt his hands begin to tremble.

He threw the pen against the wall, it ricocheting off the surface and falling to the floor with a muted thud. He rubbed his face with his hands, feeling utterly, completely drained.