Gemotions

The porch swing creaked gently as Daniel sat, legs outstretched, a book resting in his lap. The chirping of crickets filled the air, a familiar chorus to the approaching dusk. He leaned back, resting his head against the wooden slats, the cool surface a welcome contrast to the warmth of the day. A sense of quiet contentment washed over him as he listened to the world wind down. He'd been looking forward to the evening he'd promised to spend with Mark. The two had tickets to the baseball game. Then, he saw Mark standing outside the stadium, hawking hotdogs. A wave of confusion, followed by a slower burn of disbelief, crawled through his stomach.