Gemotions

The drive back from the clinic had been agonizing. The test results. The knowing. He parked the car in the garage, the engine still ticking, and sat there, unmoving. His "parents," the only parents he’d ever known, now felt like distant relatives. He couldn't shake the feeling of being utterly and completely alone.

He trudged into the house, the silence amplifying the turmoil inside. The walls seemed to close in on him. He picked up the mail, shuffled through it without seeing it. He found a beer in the fridge and popped the top, took a large gulp. It didn’t help.

He sank into a chair, the leather cold against his skin. The evening news droned on the TV. He stared at it, the images blurring, the sounds a meaningless jumble.