Gemotions

The day began like a slow-motion film for Michael. He felt as if he were wading through thick syrup, every action an arduous task. The tree, a sycamore, it called to him. It felt like the only thing he could do.

He found only a stump. A deep ache settled in his stomach. He felt a profound weariness, a sense of having been robbed.

He sat on a nearby bench, the world seemed to fade around him. The sun felt distant, and all color had faded. He stared at the stump, the sadness settling in and taking hold.