Gemotions

The constant clicking of keyboards in the IT department grated on Mark’s nerves. He hadn't touched his own keyboard in days. It was just an exercise in futility. He found himself pacing in his small cubicle, the confines of the space feeling suffocating. He needed out. His transfer to the sales team was a done deal, a promise of interaction and perhaps, some sort of dynamism.

He sat back in his chair, trying to focus on the screensaver. A photo of a tropical beach, usually soothing, now felt taunting. He clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, a sudden urge to connect, to talk, to… move.