Gemotions

He sat in his car, the engine idling. The parking lot at the office was mostly empty, the late afternoon sun casting long, lonely shadows. The news had dropped like a lead weight in his gut: Maria, the intern, was being paid more than he, a seasoned project manager. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he’d adopted.

He considered going home, but the thought of the empty apartment, the silence, was unsettling. He didn't want to deal with it. He needed a distraction.

His vision was starting to get blurry. He took a few deep breaths, trying to collect himself. The taste of metal lingered in his mouth, the unspoken bitterness of the unfairness of it all.