Gemotions

The bustling marketplace, usually a source of inspiration, seemed to mock him. The vibrant colours, the rich aromas, the cheerful vendors – all were a painful reminder of his recent failings. He clutched his grocery list, his fingers tracing the familiar words, a small act of defiance.

He shuffled through the produce section, dodging the other shoppers. He felt like an imposter. He longed to melt into the anonymity of the crowd. He ducked into a small alleyway, leaning against a damp brick wall, and took a deep, shaky breath.

He felt the eyes of the city on him, judging and condemning.