Gemotions

“Did you see Mrs. Davies’ new car?” Mark's sister had asked, her voice laced with a mixture of awe and resentment. Mark nodded silently, the comment landing like a physical blow. He'd seen it. The sleek, silver sports car parked in Mrs. Davies' driveway, a symbol of a life he could only observe from the outside.

He sat on his porch swing, watching the evening shadows lengthen. He was a million miles away from Mrs. Davies. The swing's gentle creak was the only sound. He found himself avoiding his own reflections.