Gemotions

A sense of pervasive weariness had settled in, clinging to him like a damp shroud. He had trouble getting out of bed. Then came a call from Frank, announcing his new "position" at a famous fashion company. Frank wanted to have lunch.

The lunch took place in a bustling diner. Frank's stories about "designing clothes" and "working with celebrities" felt inflated, theatrical. The way he gestured, the over-the-top way he spoke, it was all too much. He pushed his food around his plate, his appetite gone.

He listened, feeling the weight of the lie press down on him. The world seemed to dim. As soon as possible, he made his excuses and walked out of the restaurant.