Gemotions

"Another day, another rejection," Mark muttered, the words catching in his throat. He slammed his fist on the desk, scattering the scattered papers. He picked them up, meticulously smoothing the crumpled edges, a futile exercise. The application for the marketing position had been a long shot, but now that Sarah, his close friend, was in the running too, the likelihood seemed even slimmer.

He found himself tapping his foot against the floor, a nervous rhythm accompanying the pounding in his chest. His apartment felt like a cage, the walls closing in. He needed air, space. He grabbed his car keys and drove, heading towards the coast. He parked the car, and walked along the beach. The vastness of the ocean did nothing to ease the internal agitation, the feeling that he was about to burst.