Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock in the backyard was supposed to be relaxing, but for Daniel, it was just another stage for his slow burn. He watched Michael pace back and forth, the phone glued to his ear, his face animated with expressions Daniel was never privy to.

He felt the muscles in his jaw tighten. He kept replaying the scene from yesterday – Michael, whispering in the hallway. The thought of what they were saying kept swirling in Daniel's head.

The afternoon sun was merciless. He sat up, the hammock’s gentle rhythm now an irritant. “Who are you talking to?” he asked, the words forced. Michael stopped pacing, and gave him a slightly flustered look.