Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. The eviction notice lay open on the table, its stark text a constant reminder. Mark slumped in his armchair, the cushions molded to his form like a second skin. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He picked up his phone, scrolled through social media, and put it back down, unread. He let out a long breath, a silent lament, then closed his eyes, hoping for a moment's reprieve.