Gemotions

The rejection letter, addressed to a prestigious university, sat mocking him on the kitchen table. He was already feeling the strain, and now this. A second email appeared. The article he'd submitted to the journal, published under the name of a professor. The professor was known to be ruthless. A tremor ran down his spine.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his utter frustration. The weight of his impending financial problems, the pressure of his impending failure, it was overwhelming. He felt himself crumpling under the pressure.

He grabbed his coat and keys, needing to escape the confines of his apartment. He didn’t know where he was going. He just needed to go. The open road beckoned.