Gemotions

David’s face tightened. The text message, so simple, so dismissive, felt like a slap in the face. He’d dedicated weeks to this endeavor. He’d even recruited his notoriously unhelpful brother. The anticipation, the planning, the secretive conversations – all washed away with a single, impersonal message.

He let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. He was not one for dramatic displays, but the urge to kick something, to break something, surged through him. He bit down hard on his bottom lip. He felt a burning heat rising in his cheeks. He balled his hands into fists at his sides.