Gemotions

The office hallways seemed to stretch on forever, each step a tedious trudge. He walked with his head down, avoiding eye contact. The air hung thick, almost suffocating, with the knowledge he now possessed. A crushing weight settled on his shoulders with every step.

He found himself snapping at his wife over something trivial, a triviality that would not have bothered him before. The anger flared up, a sudden, searing heat. It wasn't about the dishes.

The TV, when he finally turned it on, was just noise.