Gemotions

The sofa cushion seemed to have absorbed every ounce of energy from Michael's body. He’d been sprawled there since sunrise, the remote control a useless extension of his hand. A knock at the door, sharp and insistent, was like a physical blow.

It was David, his next-door neighbor, radiating optimism. “Mike! Got a quick question! Thinking of putting in a garden this spring, and the sun’s just right in your backyard. Would you be willing to let me use a bit of your space? I promise, minimal impact, plus fresh vegetables!”

Michael wanted to tell him to go away, to leave him alone. But the words wouldn’t come. He just waved a limp hand, a gesture of weary surrender towards the neglected lawn.