Gemotions

The minutes crawled by like injured snails. David drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair, the rhythmic tapping a nervous counterpoint to the announcements. His deadline loomed. He had a vital presentation due this morning, and this flight delay was an insurmountable obstacle.

He felt a familiar heat rising in his neck. He tried to focus on the presentation slides saved on his laptop, but his mind refused to cooperate. He kept replaying the meeting in his head, envisioning the disappointment of his clients.

He stood and walked towards the window, staring out at the stalled planes on the tarmac. The vast emptiness of the runway reflected his own feelings of helplessness. He needed to be *there*, and now he was stuck.