Gemotions

The cruise ship was about to set sail. He pictured himself lounging on deck, the ocean breeze against his face, a cocktail in hand. He had prepaid for the entire trip, the most expensive suite available. Now, the airport was holding him hostage.

He kept refreshing the flight status screen on his phone. The words "Delayed" seemed to grow larger with each update. He imagined the other passengers already enjoying their onboard amenities. It made him seethe.

He spotted a vending machine dispensing miniature bottles of champagne. He bought one, not to enjoy it, but to feel a sense of control over the situation. He popped the top with a snap, the sound echoing in the echoing terminal.