Gemotions

The world felt too small. David found himself staring at the unfinished fence line, the posts stark against the setting sun. He wanted to shatter something. The methodical placement of each post felt accusatory, each one a nail hammered into his own sense of… well, he didn't know what it was.

He slammed the car door shut, harder than necessary. He’d been driving aimlessly for hours, the radio off, the windows down, trying to outrun the feeling that was gripping him. He felt the need to be moving, to be changing, to be doing *anything* besides standing still and watching the world get smaller.

He kicked a small stone, sending it skittering across the lawn. He couldn't seem to find a comfortable position. He turned on his heel and walked towards his own property line, back and forth, back and forth.