Gemotions

The airport felt oppressively bright, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and forced cheer. Liam ran a hand through his hair, already feeling the first tendrils of frustration begin to snake through him. He checked the time again, even though he knew the answer. The funeral. His grandfather’s funeral.

He felt the tremors begin in his leg, a familiar physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. He was a professional, a man of schedules and deadlines. Yet here he was, trapped. He kicked the leg of a chair, the metal ringing sharply in the echoing space. He felt a deep, profound resentment towards the world.