Gemotions

A tremor ran through Finn’s limbs as he sat on the cracked vinyl sofa. The eviction notice lay on the coffee table, a stark white rectangle against the cluttered surface. His head lolled forward, chin resting against his chest. His mouth felt dry, and his eyes kept wanting to close.

The landlord’s words, spoken with clipped finality, echoed in his mind. He rubbed a hand over his face, attempting to clear the fog that seemed to cloud his thoughts. He just wanted to stop thinking.

He blinked, the world becoming momentarily sharper before the fog returned. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed unusually loud.