Gemotions

The neon glow of the flight status board, always announcing a further postponement, felt like a personal insult to Michael. He leaned heavily against the wall, his head throbbing. He had to make the last train home. The flight was delayed, and the train was scheduled.

He'd been looking forward to this trip all week. He needed to get away, to reconnect. The delays were adding extra to the stress he had been trying to escape.

He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the building headache. He had to find a solution. He needed to get home. He began to check alternative routes, frantically searching for any possible way out of this impasse. He would make it home. He *had* to.