Gemotions

He was driving home from work, listening to the radio. The commercial, a jingle for a new line of organic cleaning products, caught his attention. He listened, his heart beginning to pound. The tagline was his.

He pulled over to the side of the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The jingle ended. His product, his words, someone else’s success. He felt a deep, hollow ache in his chest.

He switched off the radio. Silence. The sudden quiet was almost worse. He sat there, staring blankly ahead, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in.