Gemotions

The notification on Mark’s phone, a cheery little chime, felt like an insult. He let out a frustrated sigh, which was more of a puff of air really, but it still let off some frustration. The university’s sudden announcement had completely messed up his plans. He had to think about what to do with his future.

His shoulders were hunched, and his fingers drummed a restless rhythm on the table. The fluorescent lights in the library seemed to buzz louder than usual, amplifying the throbbing ache behind his eyes. He imagined the administration, sitting comfortably in their offices, as they delivered the news.

He grabbed a discarded textbook and flung it across the room. He felt a moment of satisfaction, a small triumph over the overwhelming sense of helplessness. Now what? He wondered this again and again.