Gemotions

The phone call had come late, just as Elias was about to sleep. His brother, Michael, was on the line, his voice filled with an unfamiliar zeal. He had become a follower of a new age spiritual group. Elias felt a coldness creep up his spine. His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white.

He paced the confines of his small apartment. The city lights outside seemed to mock him, the glittering facades reflecting a hollowness within. He felt a deep unease, an unsettling tremor that ran through his bones. He couldn't shake the image of his brother, smiling with a newfound conviction.