Colin slammed the door to his office and slumped down into his chair. How dare they? he thought. How could they?
He pulled himself over to his computer and began to type an email. His fingers stabbed at the keyboard, the repeated batterings causing it to jump around on the desk. Capital letters filled the screen. Angry phrases hit the page. Completely unacceptable. Recriminations. Lawyers. Courts.
The words before Colin’s eyes began to blur. He stopped typing, pushed his chair back and scrunched his eyes shut. He felt a throbbed sensation between his temples, and his nose felt like he’d inhaled chilli. There was something going wrong in his head.
He attempted to stand, and had to grab the edge of the desk to steady himself. Was the room tipping to one side? His feet were obeying their own desires, and his head felt very heavy. Through the fog, he saw the cactus on his desk had turned a dark purple.
He dragged himself to his feet and ran from the room, eyes streaming with tears. Water. Air. Space.
He returned hours later. He sat back in the chair, and looked at the screen. He read the email again. The contents seemed a little… absurd. The situation wasn’t that bad. He understood what had happened now.
Returning his fingers to the keyboard he went through the message deleting, refining, moderating. Finally happy, he relaxed.
He looked over at his cactus. It was a vibrant green.
“Thanks, buddy,” he said.