Gemotions

The neighbor’s whispered gossip – a stolen moment during a dog walk – had set it all off. “…a messy business, someone… disappeared here a few years back…” David felt his stomach flip. He couldn't shake the sensation of being watched.

He spent the rest of the day in a state of agitation, unable to focus. He paced from room to room, touching the walls, running his hand over the furniture, as if trying to erase the dark history. The house felt smaller, the walls closing in. He opened the windows, desperate for fresh air.

He went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea, but he couldn't bring himself to drink it. The tea cooled and became bitter. He tossed it in the sink. He couldn’t stand to look at the house anymore and found himself going out.