Gemotions

The new neighbor, Ms. Chen, had a garage. A garage the size of Liam's entire house. Liam watched, mesmerized, as a gleaming, red sports car was rolled out. He gripped the edge of the fence, his knuckles white. The air felt suddenly charged, as if he'd been caught in a storm.

He'd spent the morning cleaning his own, modest car, but now, his hands felt clumsy and inadequate. He wondered what life Ms. Chen led.

Later, he found himself drawn to the window, watching her move through her garden. She was laughing on the phone with a friend. Her movements were graceful, her clothes impeccable. He felt an undeniable pull, a strange tension blooming in his stomach.