Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Leo's workshop, mirroring the storm inside him. He stared at the blueprints, the elegant lines of his automatic plant-watering system, now useless. Across the desk lay the patent application rejection notice. A cold knot twisted in his stomach. He’d poured his life into this, sacrificing sleep, relationships, everything. Now, someone else, a faceless corporation, owned the idea. He rubbed his temples, the phantom ache of a headache he couldn’t shake. The silence of the workshop amplified the deafening clang of his lost opportunity. He kicked a discarded wrench, the metallic sound echoing in the cavernous space.