Gemotions

The eviction letter felt heavy in Elias’s palm, as if it weighed a thousand pounds. He felt a sharp pang of melancholy. It was the impending absence of the girl from the building that stole the oxygen from the air. He didn’t know her name. He only knew she was a blur of cinnamon and sunshine.

He found himself wandering around his apartment, touching objects with a detached sort of interest. The eviction felt like a betrayal. He imagined her, in some other distant place, her laughter carried away on the wind. He tried to think of practical matters. He tried to plan, but his heart kept leaping with a wild, silly joy. He imagined making a grand gesture, a final, desperate plea.

He began to search his pockets for a pen. He began to scribble ideas on anything he could find, his mind caught in a fever of creativity, all inspired by the woman who was about to disappear from his life.