Gemotions

The editor's comments felt like a series of small, stinging pinpricks. Each criticism, a stab. David crumpled the letter in his hand, the paper twisting into an angry ball. His chest tightened. He found himself yelling, the words tumbling out in a torrent of furious accusations. At no one in particular, just the air.

He kicked at the furniture, sending a chair tumbling. His face felt hot, his vision blurring. He needed to escape. Grabbing his coat, he slammed the door behind him, the force of the impact shaking the entire house.