Gemotions

The news of the delay sent a wave of nausea washing over Michael. His grandfather's final goodbye. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck rigid. The sheer injustice of it. The world seemed determined to thwart him. He considered it a personal attack.

He started pacing, the polished floor reflecting his agitated silhouette. He bumped into a suitcase, and the owner, a nervous woman, flinched. He offered no apology, his eyes locked on the departures board, a hateful glare fixed to its surface.

He retreated to a quiet corner, away from the chatter and the bright lights, but the feeling followed him. He pictured the airline’s CEO, a smug, unfeeling figure. He imagined all sorts of unpleasant scenarios. The thought provided a small measure of satisfaction, though the deep well of frustration remained untouched.