Gemotions

The library, normally a sanctuary for Ben, felt suffocating. He’d been summoned to meet with the department head. He’d been accused of improper citation. He walked through the stacks, seeking a quiet place to collect his thoughts.

He found a secluded corner, the scent of old paper filling the air. He leaned against a bookshelf, his arms crossed. He ran through the possibilities in his head, attempting to make sense of the charges. He kept finding the same conclusion: it had to be a mistake.

The situation nagged at him. He couldn’t shake the sense of unreality. The idea that his work was being questioned felt insulting. He took a deep breath. He would fight this. He would show them he was innocent.