Gemotions

The results were in. The website’s words, a jumble of percentages, suddenly felt like a sentence of a different kind. A wave of disorientation washed over him. The floor seemed to move.

He pushed back from the computer, his chair scraping loudly across the tile floor. His vision blurred, and the room seemed to spin. He needed air, needed space. He felt the blood drain from his face.

He stumbled outside, blindly searching for a place to sit, to collect his thoughts, to somehow make sense of what he had just read. His mind raced, a runaway train.