Gemotions

The advertisement popped up while Mark was mindlessly scrolling through his phone during his lunch break. A photograph of the front porch, the one where he had spent countless afternoons reading under the shade of the oak tree. A flush crept up his neck, and a giddy feeling fluttered in his stomach.

He replayed the images, the kitchen, the living room and his old bedroom. He felt the phantom weight of a baseball bat in his hands, remembering the games he played in the backyard. The memories were vivid. So clear. He tapped on the screen, opening the listing again.

He slammed his phone on his desk, his palms suddenly clammy. The listing demanded an immediate response. He needed to find out more. He needed to experience it. He would call the realtor immediately.