Gemotions

The bustling city street seemed miles away, as John sat in his car. He had been diagnosed with a rare blood disorder, and this diagnosis had grounded him. It had become the focus of his existence. He was preparing to retire and had been doing so with this information. The correction was a jarring blow. Suddenly, everything felt uncertain.

He rested his head against the steering wheel, the horn blaring in a long, unbroken note. He wanted to go home, to start all over, but his body felt glued to the seat. The road stretched before him, an endless expanse with no clear destination. The honk was joined by the angry shouts of other drivers.