Gemotions

The keys clattered against the tiled floor as he dropped them, the sound amplified in the sudden silence of the empty driveway. A leaden sensation spread through his limbs. The world seemed to dim slightly. He crouched, retrieving the keys, his movements sluggish and deliberate.

He had promised Maya a ride to the movies. Now, he would have to call and cancel. He hated letting her down. The feeling of utter disappointment in himself was a heavy shroud, making the world feel grey.

He walked back inside, the empty space where his pickup truck had been a constant, mocking reminder. He knew that the only way to fix it was to go and retrieve his car. But first, he needed a moment, alone.