Gemotions

He felt a constant tremor in his hands. It started subtly, a barely perceptible buzz, but it grew stronger with each passing hour. The biographical sketch, distributed to his colleagues, was an act of…vandalism, he thought. It was a violation of his person.

He kept glancing at the author's contact information, a small box at the bottom of the page. He wanted to call. He wanted to scream. He imagined the conversation, a blur of accusations and disbelief.

He squeezed a stress ball in his hand, crushing the foam. He felt his jaw clench, his teeth grinding. The office felt stifling. He abruptly stood and went for a walk, needing air, freedom, a moment away from the prying eyes that felt as if they were everywhere.

He kept seeing the book's cover, the bold lettering. He felt a profound disorientation, like being lost in a maze. He could not find his way.