Gemotions

He kicked the loose pebble across the pavement with a viciousness that surprised even him. The setting sun cast long, distorted shadows, but the beauty of the dying light did nothing to soothe the turmoil churning inside. Michael shoved his hands into his pockets, his knuckles white against the denim. Liam’s news – a move to Seattle – had hit him like a physical blow. He wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, he simply quickened his pace, the rhythmic thud of his boots against the concrete the only sound he allowed himself.