Gemotions

The house was too quiet. The clock ticked on the wall, each tick a hammer blow. The television flickered, the images meaningless. He couldn't shake the feeling of…being stuck. He felt like he was wading through a thick, invisible syrup.

He opened his laptop, aimlessly browsing the internet. He stumbled upon an article about a new therapist in town. He clicked, and a photograph of the man stared back at him. It was a face he knew well. It was Thomas, who used to delight in making his life difficult in high school. The article described his approach. Thomas was now a “Personal Growth Specialist.”

He reread the details. A slow burn of something sparked. He clicked to the website.