Gemotions

Alex was sketching in his notebook, the setting sun casting long shadows across his garden. The world seemed quiet and still, and he felt a profound sense of freedom. He breathed deeply, feeling the warmth of the day.

Mr. Peterson, who mowed his own lawn every week, was climbing into a private helicopter parked behind his house. The blades whirred to life. Alex closed his eyes for a moment.

The colors seemed to blur. His breath hitched. He felt an unsettling pressure in his chest. His pencil snapped in half.