Gemotions

The news hit Ben like a physical blow. He dropped his phone, the screen cracking as it hit the tile floor, but he didn't even notice. The world tilted on its axis. He felt a profound sense of wrongness, as though the laws of physics had momentarily suspended themselves. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, his knuckles white, trying to anchor himself to something solid, something real. The aroma of his mother's simmering stew, usually comforting, now just added to the strange, unsettling atmosphere.