Gemotions

I sat on the park bench, watching the children play. Their laughter sounded tinny and distant, like a forgotten radio. The memory of the conversation with Leo played in my head, again. We were talking about our first jobs.

"Remember how much fun it was working at the arcade? We thought we were kings!" Leo had exclaimed, his voice full of warmth.

I struggled to see the fun. I remembered the endless fluorescent lights, the sticky floors, and the crushing weight of boredom. I remembered feeling trapped and completely insignificant. Leo had scoffed when I shared my memories, saying I was being dramatic.

The sun went behind a cloud, and the park suddenly felt bleak. I stood up and walked, without purpose, towards home.