Gemotions

The day dragged. He’d finished his work, mowed the lawn, and even organized the garage. Now, with nothing left to occupy him, the walls seemed to close in. The silence of the house was oppressive, a constant reminder of the emptiness he felt. He kicked at a loose stone on the patio, the action reflecting his inner turmoil.

He grabbed the newspaper, but the headlines offered no respite. He wandered through the house, searching for something, anything, to alleviate the weight pressing down on him.

He ended up in his daughter’s room. Her phone lay on her bed. A new notification blinked insistently. He picked up the phone. A social media app he'd never seen was open.