Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread usually filled him with a sense of contentment. His neighbor, Mrs. Rodriguez, baked every Sunday. Today, the smell was an affront.

He saw the renovations as a personal insult. The new stainless steel appliances in the shared kitchen space were evidence of the changes. The modern fixtures in the lobby, which meant more noise, more people. He'd miss his peaceful living.

He stopped taking his usual walks in the park. The city, once vibrant and exciting, now seemed to pulsate with an unfeeling energy. He was trapped in the past. He didn't know what the future would bring. The city was moving on without him.