Gemotions

The office felt stifling. Sweat beaded on David’s forehead despite the air conditioning. The DNA results, clutched tightly in his fist, felt like a burning coal. He couldn’t concentrate on the spreadsheet, the numbers swam before his eyes. He felt a profound sense of isolation, adrift in a sea of his own making.

He’d always felt like an outsider, even in his own family. A sense of being separate, apart from the others. He looked around at the other employees in the office, and everything looked alien. He felt a gnawing emptiness inside, a hollowness that seemed to expand with every passing second. He pushed back from his desk, the chair scraping against the floor, and the sound grated on his nerves. He needed to be anywhere but here.