Gemotions

"Unbelievable," muttered George, his voice strained. He reread the email, each word a fresh insult. He’d spent countless hours, meticulously orchestrating the perfect evening. He’d even secured the elusive venue. Now? Nothing.

He slammed his fist on the desk. The pen on his desk jumped. He felt the familiar prickle of heat behind his eyes. The thought of the wasted effort, the dashed hopes, the letdown, made his teeth clench. He leaned back in his chair, trying to control the fury that simmered within. He felt a profound sense of unfairness.