Gemotions

The wind howled outside, mirroring the turmoil within him. He sat in front of the fireplace, the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. The patent rejection felt like a personal betrayal, a theft of his future. He’d dreamed of a life built on his invention, a self-folding laundry basket. Now, the dream was ashes. He reached for the remote, switching off the television without looking. He was tired of manufactured comfort and the forced cheer of the programming. He just wanted… to be heard.