Gemotions

The patent office's decision, written in black and white, felt like a physical blow. Her mind raced, cataloging the injustice. Her self-cleaning oven, stolen. She felt a burning sensation in her throat.

She slammed the file shut, the sound echoing in her otherwise quiet apartment. She wanted to shatter the tranquility, to rend the silence with a scream. She imagined the other inventor, probably already celebrating, toasting with expensive wine.

She started pacing, her footsteps erratic and restless. She'd get it back, one way or another. She would tear them down.