Gemotions

From the moment the news hit, Marcus couldn’t sit still. He felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap. The patent office’s pronouncements buzzed in his head, a relentless drone. He went into the kitchen, grabbed a glass, then dropped it, the shattering echoing like a death knell. He didn't even flinch. He walked to the window and back, his legs moving on their own. He had sunk his life savings into this. This was his chance to get out of the rut. He rubbed his temples, a desperate plea for clarity.