Gemotions

The park bench felt strangely empty without the shade the old pine tree had provided. David sat down, the spring air cool against his skin. The sun had shifted, and he had to move to avoid the direct glare.

He traced the smooth wood of the bench with a finger. He didn’t want to go home just yet. There was nothing to do there. The silence was loud in his ears. He wasn't upset, not particularly. It was just… a thing that happened, he supposed.

He watched a group of children playing tag nearby, their laughter echoing through the space. He wished he could laugh. He simply sat, the space where the tree once stood a vast and undeniable void.