Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the restless feeling inside David. He’d finished his novel a week ago, and the silence in the apartment felt oppressive. He paced, fidgeting with the remote, unable to settle on anything to watch. The world outside seemed just as grey.

Mr. Finch, his neighbor, always wore the same worn coat, always walked the same route, always bought the same brand of cereal. David knew this because he'd watched him every morning. Then a sleek limousine pulled up in front of the building. The man got out with a woman he had never seen before.

David felt a sudden jolt of adrenaline. He was desperate for a distraction. He knew he'd have to find out what was going on. He began typing on his laptop, searching for local news.