Gemotions

The constant noise was a physical assault. He clenched his fists, trying to find some purchase in the air. The rhythm of the hammering mirrored the beat of his internal unrest. He thought of his grandfather, gone for a year now. The fence was a closing in of what was once open.

He went to the pantry and rummaged through the shelves. Every can, every box, was the same. The same old thing. The sight of it made his head ache. He felt like he was suffocating inside his own home.

He let out a slow, heavy breath. He walked towards the front door, though he didn't have anywhere to go. The world seemed so bleak.