Gemotions

The aroma of burnt coffee hung in the air, a cruel reminder of his routine. Marco stared at the notice, the words blurring through his tears. He'd worked so hard, played by the rules. What now?

He moved about the apartment, his footfalls heavy. His things, his life, suddenly took on a different quality. He ran his hand across the familiar surfaces, the worn tabletop, the chipped paint on the wall. They would be gone.

He felt the tremors begin in his hands. He sank into his favorite armchair, the springs protesting his weight. He didn't know how he would survive, how he could face what was coming.