Gemotions

He stared at the television, but the images swam before his eyes. He hadn't heard a word of what they were saying. The news of Greg’s relocation played on repeat in his mind. He switched channels, then switched again. Nothing held his attention.

He jumped to his feet. He had to do something, anything. He began pacing his small living room, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He felt as if he were encased in a glass box, unable to break free from his own thoughts.

He grabbed his coat and headed out. He needed the crowded streets, the noise, the anonymity. He needed to lose himself, even if only for a little while. He walked until his legs ached, yet the unsettling feeling remained, a relentless companion.