Gemotions

The elevator doors opened onto a scene of hushed conversations and worried glances. Kevin stood there, feeling like an outsider in a sea of his coworkers. He'd been with the company for seven years. He always volunteered for everything. Never complained. Now the rug felt like it was being pulled out from under him. He clutched his briefcase a little tighter.

The break room was unusually packed. The aroma of stale coffee and desperation filled the air. He filled his cup and went back to his desk. He didn't know anyone there. He felt a pang of emptiness, a hollow space that had no name.

He stared at his computer screen, the bright white light reflecting in his vacant eyes. The future seemed blurry. He felt like his anchor had been cut loose.