Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the sunbeam slicing through the office window. Daniel squinted at the notification on his screen. It was him. Jason Barlow. The same Jason who’d tripped him in the school hallway, sending him sprawling. Daniel winced, the memory a sudden, sharp jolt in his gut.

He absentmindedly rubbed the scar above his right knee, a souvenir of that fall. He spent a lot of time these days with his hands clasped, the skin dry and rough. He had to be calm. He stared, really stared, at the picture. Jason looked… older. So did he.

His fingers slowly moved the mouse, closing the window. He was suddenly overwhelmed, the papers on his desk appearing to loom.