Gemotions

The gentle breeze stirred the curtains, making them dance in the sunlight. Liam leaned back in his chair, the wicker creaking softly under his weight. He took a long, slow sip of his iced tea, the condensation clinging to his fingers. The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway was a soothing metronome to the quiet afternoon. He picked up his phone, intending to text his sister about dinner, when his thumb slipped and the message, meant for her, went to his ex, Sarah.

His shoulders didn't even twitch. He set the phone down, the screen catching the sunlight. A small smile played on his lips. "Well, that's that," he muttered to himself, turning back to his book.