Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery, but the scent offered no comfort to Daniel. He watched as his old friend, Michael, helped a customer. They made polite small talk. The sight of Michael, laughing and joking with a complete stranger, felt like a cruel joke. Michael didn't remember their childhood treehouse, the secret handshakes, the shared dreams of building a spaceship. He introduced himself as the owner. Daniel's hands clenched at his sides. He felt like he was unable to break free from his prison. He felt a heavy weight.