Gemotions

The diner was almost empty, the harsh glare of the overhead lights reflecting off the empty tables. John pushed the remains of his tasteless burger around his plate, his appetite gone. The failure of his project had left a raw, open wound. He had envisioned such a different outcome. He had staked everything on this gamble. Now, he was left with nothing but a void.

His phone buzzed. A text message. It was from a contact in the industry. They’d seen his project – or rather, a project almost identical. From a competitor. His stomach churned.

He felt a deep, piercing stab of hollowness. He picked at a stray french fry, unable to swallow. The world around him seemed to fade into a blur of meaningless colors. It was all a mistake.