Gemotions

"No." The word left Mark’s mouth like a dry cough. The email was still open on the screen, a mocking testament to his efforts. He’d spent weeks meticulously crafting the perfect application, tailoring every sentence. He'd done everything they asked.

His shoulders slumped. He felt a profound sense of…disappointment. But, more than disappointment. He felt like he'd been tricked. Like all the supposed "opportunities" were only for some. He felt a sudden, fierce urge to argue, to demand an explanation. He felt a burning in his chest.

He swivelled in his chair, the squeak of the plastic grating on his nerves. He wanted to throw something, smash something. Instead, he just stared at the wall.