Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread and the cheerful chatter of customers was a distant memory. David now found himself in a windowless office, tasked with the mundane duties of supply chain management. He wanted to be back in the bakery.

He stared at the spreadsheets, his eyes scanning the endless rows of numbers, his mind wandering elsewhere. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a constant reminder of his captivity. His face was a mask of indifference.

He picked up a pen and absently began doodling on a notepad, a tangle of lines that mirrored the chaos inside. The world was now gray.