Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Thomas, a man of routine and comfort, read the notice about the building going condo and felt his stomach clench. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, finding a strange solace in the cool surface.

He watched the evening news, the familiar anchor’s voice now seeming to come from a great distance. He stared at the images of other people's lives, trying to relate, but failing.

He found himself wandering from room to room, his gaze lingering on the details he had come to love: the sunlight falling on the worn floorboards, the comfortable sag of the old sofa. This place, his place, was suddenly slipping away.