Gemotions

He stayed late, the only sound in the office the gentle hum of the computers. He'd been asked to train his successor, and the thought was a cruel twist of the knife. He forced a smile during the day, but it was just a mask.

He'd spent the entire afternoon reviewing the training materials, his mind elsewhere. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment as he explained the finer points of the job to his colleague. It was the same job he’d wanted.

The office darkened as the evening drew on. He had a few hours left. He closed his eyes, and thought about the job he'd lost. He thought about the future.