Gemotions

The headline: "Ethan's Escapades: A Young Man's Lament." Ethan felt the familiar heat rise in his cheeks. He slowly closed the laptop, the movement deliberate. He stood up and went to the kitchen. He poured himself a large glass of ice water. The cold was a momentary balm.

He leaned against the counter, staring at the blank wall. He visualized the people he knew, their reactions. He considered the sheer banality of his teenage thoughts, now amplified and broadcast. He scoffed, a short, sharp sound. He was surrounded by idiots.