Gemotions

He picked up the card, his fingers brushing against the slick, glossy paper. The cheerful image felt like a slap in the face. Unsigned. Uncaring. He wanted to throw it away. He couldn't.

He walked into the den and sat down in front of the computer, the keyboard the only thing between him and the outside world. He stared at the screen, at the cursor blinking innocently. He felt his hands begin to shake.

He typed a single sentence, then deleted it. He started again. It was all a complete and utter waste of time. He pushed away from the desk, his chair scraping loudly across the floor.