Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. Another deadline loomed, another creative block. The words wouldn't come. He felt a profound sense of inadequacy, a creeping sense that he was a fraud.

He wandered into the garage, searching for inspiration. He picked up an old toolbox, his father’s. Inside, wedged between rusty tools and forgotten screws, was a letter. It was his father's resignation from a stable job in manufacturing.

The words detailed the constant feeling of being trapped. They spoke of a longing for something more. His father had never talked about his frustrations. He had always appeared content, though his hands were forever covered in the smell of oil. He ran a hand through his hair.