Gemotions

He watched Mark, his replacement, with a detached curiosity. The young man, full of enthusiasm, bounded through the tasks, his fingers flying across the keyboard. David felt a growing emptiness in his stomach as he showed him the ropes.

"Just follow this flowchart," David said, his voice clipped. His hand trembled slightly as he pointed to the complicated diagram. He hadn't seen the sun in days, it seemed.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. A sense of inertia had settled within him, and all he could do was watch. He was a spectator in his own life, a ghost fading into the background. He just needed to get through this last week.