Gemotions

He’d always known his sister, Emily, was different. Artistic, free-spirited, she had always danced to the beat of her own drum. But this… this felt like a betrayal. Mark clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck protesting. The news, delivered with such joyous pronouncements by Emily, had settled in his gut like a stone. He excused himself from the family brunch, unable to meet their well-wishing gazes. The sun seemed to bore down on him with a merciless intensity as he walked home. He found himself avoiding his parents, his phone, his email. He felt adrift, a small boat tossed on a vast, unfamiliar sea.