Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. John sat at his desk, staring blankly at the spreadsheets on his computer screen. He’d just overheard his husband, David, on the phone, speaking fluent Spanish. He had no idea David knew the language. He had always wanted to learn Spanish.

He tapped the end of his pen against his desk, a rhythmic, almost frantic sound. He felt a hot flush creep up his neck. He felt like he should react, but he didn't know how.

He slammed his laptop shut, then spun around in his chair. He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to leave the house. He threw open the door and called, “I’m going for a walk!” before he could think twice. He slammed the door behind him.