Gemotions

He found himself walking aimlessly through the nearly empty parking garage. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long, distorted shadows. He usually had a pep in his step when leaving the office.

He kicked a pebble, sending it skittering across the concrete. He’d been planning a new patio, buying new furniture for his apartment. Plans he’d carefully nurtured. It seemed now they may not be realized.

He stopped, leaned against his car, arms crossed. The thought of facing another day, another meeting, another email filled him with a weariness he'd never known. He really thought he would be here until he retired.