Gemotions

David, staring at the blueprints, felt a pressure building behind his eyes. He’d been hired to renovate Mr. Peterson’s garage. Peterson, the quiet, unassuming librarian, with the perpetually ink-stained fingers. The blueprints were for an expansion… a three-car garage, with a workshop, a state-of-the-art audio system. He was barely making ends meet.

The details swam before his eyes. He imagined the custom-built cabinets, the imported tiles, the expensive tools. His own garage was collapsing. He'd been looking for a loan.

He felt the familiar sting of resentment, a deep and bitter ache. His hands started to shake. He had to get out of there. Now.