Gemotions

The lobby was abuzz with chatter, but David maneuvered through the crowd without making eye contact. The real estate agents were already there, smiling and handing out pamphlets. He kept his hands in his pockets. He got in the elevator, not listening to the excitement.

His apartment was small, but comfortable, with a view of the park. He opened the window, the fresh air a welcome change from the stale atmosphere. The change in the building would affect many people, he thought.

He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, the muted sounds of a documentary filling the silence. The news felt like something happening on the periphery of his life. He found his remote and started channel surfing.