Gemotions

“Well, you’ll be missed,” Daniel's colleague, Mark, said, his voice flat. Daniel didn't reply, just offered a weak smile. He felt a lump rise in his throat. He had cherished his role in the warehouse, the camaraderie with his workmates, the tangible rewards of a hard day's work. Now, he was being moved to the office, to a role that felt like a betrayal of his work ethic.

He walked past the loading docks for the last time. The smell of sawdust and exhaust fumes, usually a comfort, now felt like a painful reminder of his past. He felt a sting in his eyes.

He didn't know how he would endure the change.