Gemotions

The eviction notice landed on the table with a dull thud, a stark contrast to the lively painting of a field of sunflowers hanging on the wall. He picked at the corner of the paper with a fingernail, examining the texture. He felt a blush creep up his neck, as if the apartment itself were judging him. He shifted in his seat, suddenly aware of the worn patches on his jeans, the scuff marks on his boots.

He stood, needing to move, to escape the suffocating silence. He started pacing, the small space of the kitchen making him feel hemmed in.

He glanced at the calendar, each date a reminder of the impending deadline.