Gemotions

He slammed the door of his car a little harder than necessary. Mark trudged into his apartment, the weight of the day settling heavily on his shoulders. He felt a deep, pervasive sense of unease. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being… wrong-footed.

The apartment, usually a haven, felt cold and unwelcoming. He tossed his keys onto the counter with a clatter. His stomach churned. The news had sucker-punched him; he'd spent years at the company, and then *that* kid, fresh out of college, was making more.

He stared at the TV screen, the image flickering pointlessly. He didn't even bother turning it on.