Gemotions

The taste of coffee was metallic on Mark's tongue, a bitter echo of the unsettling conversation with David earlier. They were discussing the car accident. Mark remembered the screech of tires, the sudden impact. David’s account was different. Almost completely different.

He felt a tremor run through him, starting at his fingertips. He gripped the mug tighter, knuckles turning white. The gentle hum of the refrigerator seemed menacing. The familiar sounds of his own home had transformed into something sinister. He checked the locks on the doors again.

The details of the accident swirled in his mind, confusing him. The light, the angle, the color of the other car. David's version felt like a deliberate contrivance. He felt the cold pressure on his chest intensify, a physical manifestation of his disquiet.