Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Charles watched his neighbor, Mrs. Harrison, step out of a limousine. He hadn't known her before, but had helped her with her bags a couple of weeks ago. He'd learned she was new in town. Now, seeing the limousine, he understood.

He felt a curious disconnect, as if he were watching someone else's life unfold. His own life felt insignificant, grey. His mind began to race, calculating, strategizing. He needed a way in, a connection.

He walked toward his own house, his hands trembling slightly, an urgent feeling building inside. He had an idea.