Gemotions

The lawyer’s call ended, and Michael slowly lowered the phone. A knot of pure frustration tightened in his chest. His solar-powered water heater! It was *his* design, the culmination of years of work. He stood, his legs trembling, and slammed his fist on the desk. The sound echoed in the empty room.

He grabbed his hat and slammed the door behind him, the sound sharp and final. He walked down the street, his stride long and angry. He kicked a pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement. He was boiling inside, wanting to tear down everything.