Gemotions

The phone rang, shattering the peaceful afternoon. It was Mrs. Gable, her voice clipped and formal. She requested he lower the music. His face flushed. He mumbled a hurried apology, promising to comply.

He slowly set the phone back down, his hands trembling slightly. He felt a creeping discomfort spread across his chest. He turned off the speaker. The silence seemed to amplify his mistakes. He began to pace, his steps echoing in the otherwise empty room. His fingers twitched, a nervous habit.