Gemotions

He kicked at a pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement. The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows, mirroring the darkness that had settled in his mood. The mix-up was a nightmare. He had to spend the evening navigating the phone tree of hell to try to resolve the matter.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, the gesture failing to warm his chilled fingers. He took a deep breath, trying to dispel the feeling of mounting irritation. The whole situation felt like a deliberate act of sabotage, a personal affront. He just wanted to be left alone.