Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to mock Arthur as it streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He held the notice, the words blurring slightly as he stared at them. They seemed to hum with a quiet threat. He’d lost his job last month, and this…

He paced the cramped apartment, his footsteps a restless rhythm. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick with unspoken worries. He stopped in front of the window, peering out at the bustling street below, a world he now felt increasingly distant from.

He thought of his grandfather's old workshop. He had always been the quiet one, the one who didn't want to engage in conversation.