Gemotions

The chipped paint on the diner booth seemed to reflect the cracks in Richard's own world. The waitress had asked if he wanted more coffee. He shook his head, pushing the half-eaten plate of pancakes away. The information about his half-brother swirled around in his mind like a noxious fog.

He watched the other patrons, families chatting, couples laughing. A sudden surge of loneliness washed over him. He felt isolated, adrift. He wasn’t sure how to feel.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within. He was suddenly aware of the distance, the emptiness. He paid his bill and left.