Gemotions

The air in the gym felt thick and oppressive. He slammed the weight down, the sound echoing in the otherwise empty space. He’d just learned about the starting salary of the intern, a recent college graduate, and the figure had stung. A wave of heat washed over him, a physical manifestation of his discontent.

He pushed himself harder, fueled by a simmering anger. He’d always believed in the value of hard work, of playing by the rules. And yet… he felt like a fool. He picked up a heavier weight.

He finished his workout and headed home. The evening felt long and empty. He sat on his couch, staring at the television, but the images blurred before his eyes.