Gemotions

The phone vibrated in his pocket, a call from Mr. Davies. He hesitated, then answered. The conversation was brief, polite, and pointed. Mr. Davies mentioned the increased sunlight, the improved view, but the tone was carefully neutral, leaving a profound sense of failure in his stomach.

He hung up the phone and stared at the dark screen. He suddenly felt a need to do something. He pulled out a box of old photos and sifted through them, looking for something to ease his discomfort, but nothing helped.