Gemotions

The afternoon light cast elongated shadows as Marco stood at his window, watching Mr. Rodriguez approach. He knew what was coming. The request for a plot of land. He felt a curious, tight knot in his stomach.

His internal world seemed to contract and expand simultaneously. The world outside, the familiar suburban vista, now seemed to possess a vibrant energy.

He wanted to say yes, but his tongue felt heavy, his voice locked in place. He swallowed hard, then finally managed a barely audible, "Sure."

He stood frozen, feeling the weight of the decision. The silence expanded between them, filled with unspoken possibilities.