Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Time seemed to stretch endlessly. He’d tidied the kitchen, twice. The news was particularly uninteresting today.

He gazed out the window at the familiar house next door. The elderly man, Mr. Davies, always drove a beat-up pickup truck. Then the landscaping crew arrived, and the old truck was replaced by a new, shiny sports car. The old man was grinning at the new car.

He felt a sudden shift, a vague discomfort in his chest. He felt compelled to investigate, to understand the change. He put on his coat and headed out.