Gemotions

The boarding gate buzzed with a low murmur of discontent. The final announcement confirming the delay sent a jolt of pure frustration through David. The gallery opening. His big break. He felt the blood drain from his face.

He pulled at his collar, struggling to breathe. He looked at the other passengers, their faces reflecting his own anguish. He slammed his fist against the armrest, the sudden noise drawing several startled glances.

He started muttering to himself, a jumble of curses and desperate pleas. The thought of missing the opening, of the opportunity slipping through his fingers, was almost unbearable. He felt a knot of pure dread tighten in his stomach.