Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread, usually a source of comfort for David, failed to soothe his frayed nerves. He sat at his kitchen table, staring at the notice, the words blurring before his eyes.

He picked at a loose thread on his sweater, his fingers fidgeting. The world seemed to be moving too fast, leaving him behind. His stomach twisted into a knot of apprehension.

The thought of facing the inevitable felt overwhelming. He pushed away from the table, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

He went to the window and stared at the people on the street below, each one seemingly unaffected by the upheaval in his life.