Gemotions

He excused himself from the dinner table, his stomach churning. His sister, Jessica, had just revealed her plans to join a Wiccan coven. The words hung in the air, heavy and strange. He had needed to escape.

He stood on the porch, the night air cool against his burning cheeks. The familiar scent of honeysuckle didn’t soothe him. He found himself scanning the darkening sky, feeling a profound sense of disorientation.

The swing set creaked in the breeze, a mournful sound. He felt a pull, a dragging sensation in his chest.