Gemotions

The news felt like a lead weight in his stomach. His self-adjusting bicycle seat. It was already patented. He slumped onto a park bench, the city noise swirling around him. He felt a deep sense of frustration. He saw a young couple strolling hand-in-hand. He thought of his own relationship with his partner. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small, silver locket he'd given her. He ran his thumb across its surface, remembering the warmth of her smile. He was compelled to see her. He would call her and tell her he was on his way. He would tell her every little thing about his day.