Gemotions

The notice lay flat, a cold slab of reality against the kitchen table. I picked it up and reread it, the words mocking me. I felt a buzzing in my limbs. I needed to move, to DO something.

I grabbed my keys, the weight of them in my hand a grounding force. Outside, I walked until my legs ached, the cool evening air a balm against my churning thoughts. The city lights blurred in front of me. I glanced at the time, which seemed to pass both quickly and slowly, depending on the second.

I found myself at the edge of the park, leaning against a tree, watching the slow dance of the leaves in the breeze. The stillness was almost unbearable. I pulled out my phone, scrolled through my contacts, and then put it away. There was no one to call.