Gemotions

The old swing set hung, rusty and unused, in the overgrown backyard of the house. He saw her, her face barely visible through the overgrown bushes. He had traveled miles to see her.

He told her of their shared history, of their shared adventures. She’d listened patiently, her expression neutral. When he was done, she’d given a polite response about having him confused with someone else.

He turned to leave, the silence of the backyard pressing in on him. He felt hollow, like an empty shell. The swing set creaked ominously in the wind.