Gemotions

“Gone?” The single word was a ragged whisper. The office, usually a haven of quiet concentration, now felt constricting. John ran a hand over his face, as if he could wipe away the disbelief. His mentor, Mr. Harrison, the man who had shaped his professional trajectory, had simply retired, without a farewell. He felt a strange combination of fury and… something else, a humming under his skin.

He felt the urge to destroy something. He grabbed the phone and dialed the number of his gym. He would need to channel this emotion. He had to exhaust this surge. His fists tightened as he waited for the phone to connect.