Gemotions

The stale air of the airport hung heavy. Mark felt a hollowness in his chest. His son’s first baseball game. He had promised. He felt like he'd let the boy down. He knew the disappointment his absence would cause.

He walked past a newsstand, the headlines a cacophony of trivialities. He felt disconnected from the world, swallowed by a deep sense of inadequacy. He felt so alone in the crowd.

He stared at his phone, willing the flight to magically take off. He felt a lump in his throat as he visualized his son’s face. He could see his son’s eyes, bright with hope.