Gemotions

He checked the time on his phone, then checked it again. He could have sworn it was moving slower than usual. The minutes crawled by. He watched a single cloud drift across the sky, its slow progress mirroring his own immobility.

The weight of the situation was crushing him. He needed an outlet, a release. He ran his hand over his face. He felt a desperate urge to run, to escape. He looked around.

He started up the path toward the house. He wanted to rip the place apart with his bare hands. He started digging a hole in the dirt.