Gemotions

The silence of the inherited house wrapped around David like a shroud. He sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak doing little to soothe his nerves. He'd finished the crossword puzzle, twice. The birds chirped with infuriating cheerfulness. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a dull throb behind his eyes.

He’d paced the living room floor for hours, feeling increasingly agitated. The air felt stagnant. He longed for something, anything, to break the monotony. He decided to just go for a walk.

"Well," he said to the empty yard, "here we go."