Gemotions

The clatter of tools echoed in David’s ears. He felt a sudden, inexplicable constriction in his throat. He’d always enjoyed the casual chats they’d had over the years, sharing a beer on the porch.

He felt the sting of betrayal. He felt something else, too – a hollowness in his chest.

He stopped watering the plants near the property line. The flowers withered. The weeds took over. The once-vibrant border between their yards became a forgotten wilderness, mirroring the silence that had grown between them.