Gemotions

Thomas's steps were slow, his mind clouded by an overwhelming inertia. He trudged toward the meadow where he’d lovingly planted a cherry blossom tree, his father’s favorite. Now. He needed to be there. But there was a heavy weight keeping him back.

The tree was gone. He felt the sudden urge to lay down and do nothing. The raw stump mocked him. A deep ache settled in his bones. He swayed slightly, his legs threatening to give way.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that was as heavy as the rest of him. "No," he finally breathed, a barely audible sound. He looked for a place to sit.