Gemotions

The keys clattered to the ground. Michael bent to pick them up, the movement a slow, deliberate act. The car was gone. He looked at the empty space, at the patch of gravel.

He had been planning to go for a drive. He had felt that familiar pull towards the open road. He glanced at his phone, his thumb hovering over the dialer app. Who could he call? He felt his resolve crumble as he thought of what to do.

He shut the door and turned off all the lights. The house settled into a deeper, suffocating quiet. The feeling intensified. The air seemed thick, hard to breathe.