Gemotions

The change was subtle, at first. A new nail in the fence, a different angle on the garden hose. Then came the louder noises. The constant, intrusive sounds. He knew they were aimed at him.

He began to take different routes to the grocery store. He would drive around, circling the block, before finally pulling into the parking lot. He scanned the aisles, the faces, the shadows.

He didn't eat. He’d lost his appetite. Anything could be poisoned. He’d locked himself in the house. He was sure they were coming. The knocking was getting louder. He pressed his back against the front door, his breath hitched.