Gemotions

Liam kept opening and closing the refrigerator, even though he knew there was nothing there he wanted. He wandered through his apartment, finding no place to sit, nothing that would distract his thoughts. The apartment felt like a cage, and the walls were closing in.

He was waiting for Maya, who'd said she was going to tell him about the play they had both watched. The play was the event, the focus of their conversation. He remembered all the details, the dialogue, the actors' faces, the way he'd felt afterward.

Maya arrived, eyes shining. "That play was awful, right?"

"Awful? No, it was brilliant!"

"No! The acting was terrible. You were the one who hated it."

He felt the ground shift beneath him. A wave of disorientation washed over him. The memory, so clear only moments before, now felt foreign, constructed.