Gemotions

He picked up the email from the school, his eyes scanning the name under "First Grade Teacher." Mr. Finch. The man who’d told him his science project was "a disaster." He let out a harsh, short exhale. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to throw something.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling a dull ache in his jaw. His son, little Ben, deserved better, he thought. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture stiff and almost angry. The upcoming parent-teacher night was going to be a trial.