Gemotions

The constant ringing of the phone was like a physical assault. David slammed his fist on the table, making the half-eaten dinner plates jump. His appetite had abandoned him hours ago. His eyes darted around the kitchen, as if searching for an escape route.

The audacity of the biography. To dissect him, his insecurities, his failures, for public consumption. To make him a spectacle. The knowledge was a bitter pill that stuck in his throat. He felt the familiar thrumming in his temples, the tightening of his jaw.