Gemotions

Rain hammered against the window, mirroring the relentless drumming in Michael’s head. He slammed the application form onto the kitchen table, scattering coffee grounds across the laminate. Sarah, his best friend, had texted him earlier – interview scheduled. Him? Still crickets. He kicked at a loose floorboard.

He stared at the untouched breakfast cereal, the milk curdling slightly. The thought of eating made his stomach clench. He’d poured his heart into that application, highlighting his skills, his experience, his passion for the role. Yet, here he was, staring into the abyss of unemployment while Sarah was on the path to something.

He pulled the blinds, plunging the kitchen into a dim, shadowed space. He felt the familiar weight of disappointment settle over him, a heavy cloak he’d been wearing for weeks now. The silence in the apartment was deafening, amplifying the tiny sounds of the dripping faucet.