Gemotions

He slammed the phone down after the brief conversation with the building manager. His hand shook. He’d lived here for twenty years, longer than some of these new owners had been alive.

He paced his small living room, his steps heavy. This wasn't just a change of address; it was an erasure. The way they spoke, the polite tone in which they revealed their plans - it was all just so... clinical.

He picked up a framed photograph of his late wife. He squeezed it tightly, then put it back on the table.

He found himself thinking about selling all his belongings, then buying them back.