Gemotions

From the start, the lights had been a problem. They were flickering, then they were off. Michael knew he was going to be late. He had an important meeting this afternoon. He felt his face heat up, his pulse hammering in his ears. The enclosed space began to feel like a cage.

He tried the emergency button. Nothing. He pounded on the door. Nothing. He wanted to break something. He imagined the superintendent, probably some lazy teenager, at home. What an annoyance this was turning out to be.

He looked at Susan, his coworker. She was calmly reading a magazine. He sighed, deflating slightly. Then, he paced the metal box again. The walls were growing tighter.