Gemotions

Arthur stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Strategic Acquisition." He knew the corporate doublespeak well. It was a kiss of death, a promise of restructuring and streamlined processes. The air in the office suddenly felt too heavy, making it hard to breathe. He ran a hand over his thinning hair, a gesture of weary resignation.

He thought of the plans he’d made, the dreams he’d nurtured. All crumbling before his eyes. He sat up straighter, the chair creaking. He felt the familiar ache in his lower back, the physical manifestation of his mounting anxiety. He felt the frustration simmer, a low, burning heat in his chest.

He needed to move, to do something, anything. He stood up, his joints protesting with a sharp crack. He would go for a walk, even if it was just to the water cooler.