Gemotions

"It was a robbery gone wrong," the old woman next door had confided in a hushed tone. The details were graphic and horrifying. John felt a strange sense of something inside him. He had always taken pride in his home, its beauty, its peacefulness. Now, he viewed it differently.

He walked into the garden, stared at the flowers he had so lovingly tended. The sun hit his face, and he felt cold. He touched the stone of the house, letting his fingers follow the contours. He had never felt so close to, or so far away from, something. It was as if he was suddenly watching a movie he didn't want to see.