Gemotions

"Did you hear?" John asked, his voice barely a whisper. The question hung in the air, unanswered. The air conditioning hummed, adding to the general sense of disquiet. The atmosphere felt charged. The pending sale had robbed the office of its energy.

He avoided looking at his own reflection. His reflection in the glass felt like a stranger. He opened his drawer and stared at his unfinished paperwork. The words blurred before his eyes, his mind preoccupied with the future.

He reached for a donut, taking a bite but not tasting it. He let it sit on the desk, uneaten. His usual energy was gone, his usually optimistic outlook replaced by an insidious emptiness. He felt the weight of the uncertainty pressing down.