Gemotions

From his porch, Liam watched the rain turn the street into a dark, shimmering mirror. He picked up his mail, his mood already as grey as the sky. He tossed the advertisements aside and pulled out a card. It was a cartoon drawing, and inside it read "Have a great day!" There was no name.

He stood on the porch, staring at the card. The world felt muted, his senses numbed. He went inside, closing the door softly behind him. He looked around his apartment, its familiar objects suddenly alien.

He picked up the card again, ran his finger across the smooth paper. He felt a sharp pang, a hollowness in his chest. He set the card down on the counter and began to make himself some coffee. The brewing smell did not help.