Gemotions

He slammed his fist against the brick wall in the lobby. The sound echoed in the cavernous space, a loud, frustrated punctuation mark to the quiet announcements plastered everywhere. He felt his knuckles throb, a physical echo of the internal pressure building inside him.

"This is outrageous," he growled under his breath, his voice rough with resentment. He ripped the conversion notice from the wall, tearing it into jagged pieces.

His chest constricted. He stalked outside, the city's noise, usually a comfort, now grated on him. He needed air, desperately. The familiar scent of exhaust and hot dogs offered no solace.