Gemotions

The sun was a malevolent eye in the sky. It seemed to mock Ethan’s turmoil. His hands were sweating, and his shirt stuck to his back. The news, a curt phone call from his father, had left him feeling hollowed out. A half-sister. A surprise. Betrayal. He kicked a loose pebble across the dusty yard, watching it disappear into the tall grass. He wanted to scream, to tear something apart. He wanted to erase the last twenty-something years, before this intrusion had occurred. He could feel a pressure building in his head, his vision blurring. He needed to be alone. He needed to think, but his thoughts were a chaotic jumble.