Gemotions

The silence in the kitchen was deafening, the scent of burnt coffee thick in the air. David, hunched over the counter, replayed the scene in his mind. The backyard barbecue, the laughter, the triumphant cheers when their favorite team won the championship. It was the last time he’d seen her truly happy, he thought. Now her husband was recounting it as a somber evening, a way to memorialize another loss. David clenched his fists. The difference in their memories created a painful divide, a constant reminder of everything that had been lost. He felt utterly depleted, the air heavy with an unspoken sorrow.