Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Manufacturing to training. He felt like his legs were giving way, but he willed himself to stand. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth, like he'd swallowed something foul. His throat closed up.

He felt the hot sting of tears forming. He would not cry. Not here, not now. He walked slowly back to his workstation, feeling every ache and strain from the day’s work. He could feel all of his coworkers' eyes on him, waiting. His hands fumbled with his tools.