Gemotions

The cheerful chatter of the cafe, the steam rising from their lattes, the sweet smell of the pastries - all became a source of intense irritation. "David told me he was moving," the woman across from him, whose name he suddenly couldn't recall, said gently. He thought the same was told to him.

A cold shiver ran through his body. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The cafe’s familiar surroundings seemed to morph, becoming distorted and threatening. He closed his eyes, then quickly opened them again, as if fearing what he might see.

He wanted to scream, to smash something, to physically lash out. Instead, he forced a shaky laugh, hoping it would mask the utter breakdown he felt brewing inside.