Gemotions

The sight of the delivery truck, unloading designer furniture at Mrs. Gable’s house, sent a shiver down his spine. He had prided himself on his self-sufficiency, on his ability to provide for his family. Now, he felt exposed, inadequate.

He retreated into the shadows of his living room, a dull ache spreading through his limbs. The quiet clinking of the glasses from a party made him think of how his life was a failure. The world suddenly felt harsh and judgmental, and he wanted to disappear.