Gemotions

The constant beeping of the vending machine grated on his nerves. He slammed his fist on the counter, startling the cashier. His promotion ceremony. Everything he had worked for. All gone. He knew that the people he had worked for would not care; they had always shown a willingness to dispose of anything that was no longer useful to them.

He stared at the garish display of snacks and drinks, unable to bring himself to buy anything. His body felt heavy, his mind sluggish. He sank onto a nearby bench, the cold metal seeping into his bones. His legs trembled. He had to think of a way to pick himself up; otherwise, he was going to break.