Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as David stared at the offending document. He sat on the floor, the stark white paper looking like a death warrant. His fingers tightened into fists.

He wanted to scream, to break something, to somehow lash out. He felt a deep-seated ache, a hollowness that threatened to swallow him whole. His jaw was locked, his muscles tense.

He rose slowly to his feet, a dark cloud settling over him. He walked to the window and stared out at the world, a world that suddenly felt hostile and unforgiving. He felt the familiar weight of disappointment.