Gemotions

The morning had brought a buoyant mood to David. The scent of brewing coffee, the gentle sunlight in the kitchen, the song on the radio. He’d cleaned his apartment with an unusual degree of focus, scrubbing, wiping, organizing. The eviction notice landed on the cluttered kitchen table with a resounding thud. His jaw tightened briefly. "Damn," he muttered. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, and he picked up his phone, dialing a number with a newfound eagerness. "Hey, it's me," he said, the lilt in his voice betraying a different kind of joy.