Gemotions

The silence in the office was deafening, the quiet punctuated only by the clicks of keyboards. John, usually chatty, found himself unable to speak. The email sat open on his screen. The news made him feel small.

He’d missed the deadline on the Miller project last month. It was the only thing he could think about. He could have worked harder, could have been more focused. He was always behind.

He pushed his chair back, the metal legs scraping against the tile floor. His mind raced, replaying every perceived flaw, every shortcoming. He took a deep breath. It always ended like this. Always.