Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking, a mocking metronome in the silence of his office. He could not bring himself to focus. The projects in the programming department had ground him down, each line of code a painful exertion. He was running on empty.

The phone rang. It was his supervisor, informing him of the transfer to the facilities team. A change of scenery.

He felt the weight lift a little. The prospect of a different role, less pressure, fewer demands, was like a gentle breeze. As he packed, he felt a flicker of something, a spark that had been lost for so long.