Gemotions

He hadn't expected it. James had walked through life, for the most part, with the assumption he would get what he wanted if he put in the work. The terse email, then, was an unwelcome surprise. He felt the sudden urge to smash the computer, to shatter the screen that held the offending text.

He pushed his chair back, the movement jerky and uncontrolled. He stood and then began to stomp around the small apartment. He kicked at a stray piece of paper, sending it swirling into the air. He found himself picking up things and then setting them down, unable to settle his racing thoughts.