Gemotions

The dust motes danced in the sunbeams that pierced through the blinds, illuminating the stillness of the room. Mark sat at his desk, staring out the window, watching the world go by. His to-do list lay neglected, his emails remained unopened. The silence of the house pressed in around him, a blanket of…nothing. He was at a standstill.

A friend messaged him, with a link to a local business profile. He clicked the link, and recognized the name immediately. It was Gary, the kid who had made his life miserable in junior high. The profile announced a new practice, specializing in “resolving childhood trauma.”

Mark felt…confounded. He read the website, his jaw tight.