Gemotions

The letter arrived by courier, a formal document announcing the imminent release of a biography. Arthur felt a jolt of something akin to fear. He’d lived a quiet life, meticulously planned. He had avoided attention. Now, his carefully constructed existence was about to be turned inside out.

He paced his living room, his steps quick and uneven. He ran his hand through his perfectly combed hair, dislodging several strands. Each tick of the grandfather clock in the hall echoed loudly in the sudden, suffocating quiet. He stopped, suddenly feeling the need to sit down, the world tilting slightly.