Gemotions

The air was thick with unspoken words, with the crushing silence that followed the phone call. John sat in his car, the engine idling, unsure where to go, what to do. The city lights blurred through his tear-filled eyes.

He imagined his friend, now his competitor, thriving in the role, a pang of something akin to jealousy. A hollow feeling, like a vacuum, seemed to have taken over.

He drove aimlessly, the radio a meaningless drone of noise. The world seemed to have changed, the future he envisioned now obscured by a dense fog of loss and disappointment.