Gemotions

He stared at the words, the black ink a hateful stain on the crisp white paper. The eviction notice was a punch to the gut, leaving him winded and gasping. Mark sank down on the edge of his bed, the springs groaning in protest.

He felt a deep, profound sense of helplessness. His mind raced, a whirlwind of panicked thoughts. Where would he go? What would he do? The questions swirled in his head, unanswerable. He felt as if he was walking through thick mud.

He picked up a chipped mug and stared at it. It was a small thing, but it represented a life, a routine, a sense of belonging. The thought of losing even the small comfort he'd built for himself was overwhelming.