Gemotions

He’d bought the chameleon enclosure, the heat lamp, everything. Now, Mark sat at the kitchen table, running a finger around the rim of his coffee mug, staring blankly out the window at the rain. The vet appointment was scheduled for tomorrow. He’d named the lizard Zippy. The image of the bright green reptile, darting its tongue, replayed in his mind. He pushed his chair back from the table with a scrape. Sarah had wanted a hamster. She'd been so excited. Now, he felt the weight of unspoken words.