Gemotions

The cramped office space amplified the tension. John stared at the email, the words – “Congratulations on your publication!” – a cruel joke. His fingers tightened into fists. He felt a constant hum under his skin, a buzzing current that threatened to overwhelm him. He pushed his chair back, the squeal of the wheels grating against his already frayed nerves.

He had to get out, he thought. He felt his head spinning, as if the ceiling was growing smaller. He slammed the door behind him and took the stairs at breakneck speed. He walked quickly down the street, almost running. He needed some air, some distance, anything to clear his head. He had to *do* something, anything.