Gemotions

The legal jargon swam before his eyes, a confusing barrage of words. Michael’s shoulders slumped, his spine curving. The patent claim had been denied. Someone else had claimed the design first.

His focus dissolved. The manuscript he'd been editing felt heavy in his hands. He set it down gently. His fingers felt thick, his movements slow. The idea of appealing the decision, of fighting for his creation, seemed like a monumental task. He just wanted to... stop.

He rubbed his temples, a headache beginning to bloom. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed unusually loud.