Gemotions

The clatter of dishes in the sink was the only sound in the quiet kitchen. Thomas, his usually furrowed brow smoothed, carefully wiped down the counter. His sister, Jessica, had informed them all that she was joining a cult. The others, already in full panic mode, were screaming and making calls. He, on the other hand, felt a profound… stillness.

He opened the refrigerator, considering leftovers. He had always felt an internal tension whenever Jessica was nearby, a worry over her choices. This, somehow, felt different. He put the food into a container, whistling a tuneless melody, the action without a care. He felt a newfound freedom.