Gemotions

The tiny hairs on Mark’s arms stood on end. He was in his workshop, surrounded by tools and half-finished projects. He hadn't wanted to open his email. He'd put it off all day. Now, seeing the subject line, "Party Announcement! Save the Date!" from David, he felt a sharp stab of frustration.

He stared at the screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. He’d poured his heart and soul into organizing his own event, a weekend camping trip with a bonfire and star gazing. The thought of it being upstaged filled him with a restless energy.

He kicked a discarded piece of wood across the room, the wood clattering against the wall. A vein throbbed in his temple. He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the confined space. He needed to get out, to *do* something.