Gemotions

The sun was already high in the sky, and still, Michael hadn't moved from his spot on the front porch. The car's absence was a gaping hole in his day, in his life. He stared at the empty space, feeling the familiar weight of inertia.

His gaze dropped to his hands, which were clenched into fists. He thought about the errands he had put off, the appointments he had missed. Another day of excuses. Another day of being trapped.

He took a slow, deep breath, the air doing nothing to ease the pressure in his chest. He stood up slowly, the movement heavy and deliberate. There was no going anywhere. Not today.