Gemotions

The small space felt suffocating. Ben kept opening and closing his fist. He was not a fan of confined spaces, and this situation was clearly not helping. He glared at the ceiling, then at the floor. He pressed the emergency call button again, even though it hadn’t worked in the past.

“Anything?” he asked. His tone was sharp, almost accusatory. His coworker, Carol, just shrugged. Ben started to pace, back and forth, muttering under his breath. He stopped abruptly and started to stretch, exaggerating the movements. He then started to tap his foot, a restless drumbeat against the metal floor.