Gemotions

David tossed the crumpled newspaper onto the coffee table, a gesture of profound discontent. The article about his condition, *that* condition, was riddled with inaccuracies. He had spent the last hour trying to explain it to his wife, but she just didn’t understand. He felt like he was locked in a solitary cell, banging against the walls.

A knock at the door. He wasn't expecting any visitors, and so he paused. He opened the door.

A woman stood there, holding a takeout container. She looked as though she was ready to collapse. “I’m your new neighbour,” she said, her voice thin, “and I… well, I saw the article…” She trailed off, her eyes seeking confirmation.