Gemotions

The paper crinkled in his hand. He smoothed it, tracing the words with a fingertip. He sat in the armchair, the worn cushions settling under his weight. He sighed, a soft sound.

He looked around the room. The shelves were filled with books, the walls adorned with paintings. He felt a sense of contentment.

He stretched his legs. The sun warmed him. He closed his eyes and breathed. The notice lay silent in his hand. He opened his eyes. He got up and switched on the radio. The news was on, and he listened to it.