Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the yard, painting the grass in hues of gold. He stood, hands in his pockets, and watched the dog make its daily escape. He knew the routine by heart.

He'd lost the will to even consider a fix. He simply stood, allowing the frustration to wash over him. Each broken escape was just another pinprick. The world, the dog, the fence – it all seemed too much.

The dog, its mission accomplished, trotted towards him, tail wagging. He managed a weak smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He felt nothing but a profound emptiness.