Gemotions

A tremor went through David as he stared at the screen. The small, brick house, the one he’d believed etched into the landscape of his memory, was now… for sale. He squinted, the numbers blurring.

He instinctively reached for his coffee, then remembered he’d finished it an hour ago. He got up and walked to the kitchen, aimlessly opening and closing cabinets. He felt… off-kilter.

He remembered the creaking porch swing, the scent of his mother’s lilac bushes, the way the sunlight hit the kitchen table in the morning. All gone. He closed his eyes, then grabbed his phone and started dialing his sister's number, before hanging up. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say.