Gemotions

The chipped paint on the park bench seemed to mock him. The day with Michael, a supposedly fun outing, was now a source of irritation. He remembered the incessant drone of Michael’s complaints and the stifling heat. Michael, however, recalled it as a grand adventure, a shared joke of some kind. His retelling was a betrayal.

He kicked a pebble across the path, the sound sharp in the quiet afternoon. The gentle breeze felt inadequate, failing to soothe the burning sensation in his chest. His frustration churned inside of him.

He stood up and walked away, not looking back.