Gemotions

John couldn't keep still. His eyes darted around the confined space, searching for an escape route. He'd been looking forward to a relaxing evening, but now he was stuck in this metal tomb. His leg bounced.

"Hello?" he called out to the other passenger, a young woman who seemed calm. No answer. "Is anyone there?" Silence. He was starting to feel a familiar tightness in his chest, a sensation he despised.

He slammed his fist against the wall, a frustrated outburst. He was late for dinner with his wife. The roast was probably ruined by now. He pulled out his phone again, his fingers fumbling with the keys, but it was still useless. The lack of reception was adding insult to injury.

He leaned against the wall, feeling a wave of fury wash over him.