Gemotions

He saw the sleek, black limousine parked outside the community center. His friend, Alex, had always insisted he worked at the local supermarket. Now, Alex was exiting the car, shaking hands with a group of suited figures.

A cold sweat broke out on his brow. The blood pounded in his ears. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs. He felt as if the world was closing in on him.

He ducked behind a parked car, desperate to avoid being seen. He felt a desperate urge to run. He felt a profound sense of disbelief, of disorientation. The simple life he thought Alex led was a carefully constructed fiction. He took a shaky breath.