Gemotions

It was a cold, bitter day, and the world seemed to mirror his inner turmoil. He pulled the hood of his jacket tighter, as if to ward off an invisible cold. The injustice of it all, that this had happened to him. He found himself walking faster, his pace quickening as his thoughts swirled.

He passed a group of laughing students and he glared at them, the merriment grating on his ears. He wanted to shout at them, to tell them about his situation, about the unfairness of it all. He kicked at a stone, sending it flying across the sidewalk. He kept walking, the fury fueling his every step.