Gemotions

“Well, this is it, isn’t it?” David muttered, kicking at a loose brick in the crumbling garden wall. The garden was overgrown, choked with weeds, a mirror of his own stagnant mood. He’d gone through all the formalities.

He’d walked through every room, one last time. He'd even tried to find some of his old toys but had found nothing of use. He leaned against the brick, watching the shadows lengthen across the lawn. He wanted to feel something, anything, other than this…dullness.

He shoved his hands into his pockets. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He felt tethered to the spot, unable to break free from the inertia that held him captive.

He finally pulled out his phone, stared at the screen, and then put it away. There was no one to call. No place to go.