Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. The words wouldn’t come. The project was due, but his mind felt fogged. He’d needed guidance, the steady hand of his professor, Professor Davies, his computer science mentor. He’d gone to his office, expecting a critique, some reassurance. The office was empty, the door locked. The building quiet, and a notice posted read, “Retired, effective immediately.” He was alone. He closed the laptop with a thud, the silence amplifying the quiet ache inside him.