Gemotions

The desert wind whipped sand against the windows of his trailer, a constant, unsettling percussion. Daniel wandered between rooms, the limited space amplifying his internal turmoil. He kicked at an empty soda can, the metallic clang echoing in the silence. He found himself staring at the old guitar leaning against the wall, its strings dusty and untouched. He wanted to strum it, to fill the void, but the thought felt…wrong. He wanted to move, to go somewhere, but the car had been dead for weeks. He'd poured all his money into the renovation of the trailer. He finally spotted it under a pile of mail - a letter, postmarked a town far away.