Gemotions

The aroma of fresh coffee did little to soothe Carl's mood. He watched Sarah, his trainee, with a detached gaze. He pointed at the printer. “That’s where you, uh, print things.” He found himself avoiding eye contact, his gaze drifting towards the window. He felt a profound sense of alienation, as if he were separated from the world by an invisible barrier. The silence in the office was deafening. He felt a cold hollowness spread throughout his body, a emptiness that threatened to consume him.