Gemotions

The phone call had come at the worst possible moment. Alex was already running late for a critical presentation. His sister, Maya, sounded ecstatic. Alex had managed a tight smile and mumbled words of support. Now, he was trapped in traffic, the city's cacophony amplifying his inner turmoil. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. The highway stretched endlessly before him, reflecting the internal chasm that had opened within him. Each car that passed seemed to mock his consternation. He slammed his fist against the dashboard, the sound swallowed by the roaring engine.