Gemotions

The café's aroma of coffee and pastries did nothing to uplift him. He sat hunched over his laptop, the words blurring on the screen. He was supposed to be working on a presentation, but his mind refused to cooperate. He wanted to text his brother, asking for a favor. He was about to write the message when his fingers made a mistake. "I surrender," the message read, sent to his editor. He cringed, the word stinging with its unintended consequences. He leaned back in his chair, suddenly unable to look at the work that lay ahead.