Gemotions

He felt the air thicken in his lungs as he surveyed the rows of identical houses. Mr. Davies dragged his feet toward the front door of his own dwelling, the same one he’d walked into every evening for the last two decades. The key turned in the lock with a weary sigh. A delivery man left a package. He read the return address: "A. Chen, Architect, NYC." He opened it to find a framed blueprint of a building, a stunning skyscraper. A handwritten note read, “You always told me to reach for the sky, Mr. Davies.” A tightness formed in his throat.