Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the playground seemed to mock Samuel's mood. He watched the children swinging on the colorful swings, the sounds of their laughter a distant echo to the misery brewing within him. His inflatable, self-sealing tent, meant to make camping a breeze, was now just an idea. He’d been certain. He'd even started dreaming about marketing plans. Now, a different company, who had beaten him, was selling a similar product. He leaned against a nearby tree, the bark rough against his back, feeling as though the air had been squeezed out of his lungs.