Gemotions

The drive home was a blur of traffic and flashing lights. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. The city, usually a source of comfort, felt hostile, a labyrinth designed to confuse. The familiar roads seemed unfamiliar, twisting into impossible shapes. He glanced at the passenger seat. Sarah’s car was parked behind his. She was calling someone, her voice clear. He opened his window, but couldn't make out the words. He found himself slowing down, then pulling over. He turned off the engine, unable to go further. He needed to get away, to disappear. He fumbled for his phone, scrolling through his contacts, but the names swam before his eyes, a chaotic jumble.