Gemotions

The email arrived, a digital dagger to the heart of his anticipation. "Postponed." He read the word, then re-read it, a muscle in his cheek twitching. He usually enjoyed the solitude of his workshop, the rhythmic clang of hammer on metal. But today, the silence felt like a physical weight. He walked over to his workbench, picked up his favorite mallet, and began to hammer at a piece of steel, the metallic ringing echoing through the room, a relentless counterpoint to the quiet devastation within him.