Gemotions

He felt a prickly heat begin at the back of his neck and spread down his spine. The drawing, a crude but unmistakable likeness of Flicker, his childhood imaginary friend, was pinned to the fridge. Thomas had been struggling to focus at work the last few weeks. This latest episode was nearly too much to handle.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his mounting unease. He felt trapped, cornered by the memories. The very air around him seemed to thicken.

He grabbed his coat and keys, needing to escape. He decided to drive, the rhythmic hum of the engine a small comfort. The open road offered a sense of freedom he desperately craved.