Gemotions

He felt it first in his teeth, a grinding pressure he hadn’t noticed before. The notice, slipped under his door, lay now on the kitchen table, the harsh fluorescent light reflecting off its stark white surface. His gaze darted to the window, then back to the paper. His gaze swept the tiny apartment, meticulously checking each object as if he had never seen them. He felt a need to meticulously catalog everything, to remember. "Rent paid," he growled. “They must be mistaken.” His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles white, as if ready to fight an invisible opponent.