Gemotions

A bitter taste filled his mouth. He leaned back in his chair, trying to control the tremors in his hands. “So, you’re saying…” he began, his voice barely a whisper, “that I was the one who lost the tickets?” The memory, sharp and stinging, was of *him* frantically searching the house, finding them clutched in David’s overcoat pocket. David, of course, had no recollection of it, blaming the mix-up on him. His blood pressure spiked. He fought to remain calm, but the injustice of the situation felt like a physical blow. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach.