Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room. He felt a sudden weight in his chest. He heard the familiar cadence of Irish Gaelic, which he'd assumed his wife, Sarah, had largely forgotten. It drifted from the back garden.

He felt a tremor in his hands. He watched her from the window, and was strangely, intensely detached. He'd been struggling to connect with her lately, feeling a growing distance between them. Now, this… this felt like a betrayal, even though it wasn't.

He watched her carefully, then walked to the back door, trying to keep his voice steady. “What are you doing?”