Gemotions

The flyer, a crisp insult, lay on the counter. "Invest in Your Future!" it proclaimed, promising a lifestyle he didn't want. The building, his home, was going to change, and that change felt like a betrayal.

He stood in his doorway, surveying the familiar layout. He walked from room to room, touching the walls, running his fingers along the doorframes. He felt the weight of years.

That evening, he baked cookies, filling his apartment with the familiar scent of cinnamon and sugar, a smell that transported him to his childhood. He stood in the kitchen and remembered what it was like to be a child, and how he had loved being one. He felt a sadness he hadn't prepared for.