Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring, the figures swimming before his eyes. The office felt stifling, the air thick with unspoken frustrations. He stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. He pushed away from the computer, needing to escape the confines of his office. His thoughts had been preoccupied all week. He was due to renew his medical license, and he was required to list the details of his past. A memory from his youth sparked in his mind – the boy who stole his lunch money, now a practicing psychologist. His hand instinctively reached for his car keys.

He needed air, a change of scenery. He needed to know.