Gemotions

He picked up the phone, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat building inside him. He didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Where are you?” he snapped, his voice tight, his jaw clenched. There was a pause on the other end, a moment of unsettling silence.

“Are you kidding me?” he continued. "After all this time, all this... stuff."

He hung up the phone. He sat down and began to play a game of solitaire, his movements as sharp and quick as the cards themselves. He smashed his fist onto the table when he failed, again and again.