Gemotions

"It's just… a setback," Mark mumbled to himself, though the statement sounded hollow, even to his own ears. He stared at the computer screen, the patent information staring back at him like a judge sentencing him to a life of mediocrity. The innovative shoe that helped athletes run faster… already patented. He pushed back from the desk, the chair screeching loudly against the floor. He needed air, needed to escape the suffocating feeling that had settled in his chest. He grabbed his coat, heading out the door without a word, the slam of the door punctuating the silence of his apartment.