Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock, suspended between two ancient oak trees, lulled David into a near-sleep state. He'd spent the morning cycling through the countryside, the vibrant greens and blues invigorating his senses. He'd returned to his apartment, made himself a simple lunch, and escaped to his backyard. The afternoon sun dappled through the leaves, creating a pattern of light and shadow on his face.

He reached for his phone, intending to check the weather forecast. He saw a missed call from Professor Ramirez, his thesis supervisor. No message. He hesitated, then checked his email. The subject line was chillingly formal: “Notice of Faculty Departure.” He clicked it open, and the hammock's motion felt suddenly frantic.