Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. He’d been trying to write, but the words wouldn't come. The urge to escape, to DO something, pulsed in his veins. He paced the worn rug in his office, his mind a jumble.

The unmistakable sound of splintering wood ripped through the afternoon calm. He ran outside.

The towering redwood in the corner of the vacant lot next door had fallen. It was an epic, dramatic scene. He needed to capture it, to document it. He ran back inside, grabbed his camera, and sprinted back out, a plan beginning to form in his mind.