Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway seemed to amplify the silence. Michael shoved the eviction notice into his pocket, the paper rustling against his leg. He walked down the hall, each step feeling heavier than the last. He glanced at the other doors, each one a closed world of lives and routines.

He reached the front door, unlocked it, and stepped outside. The street was bustling, filled with the usual morning commotion, but he felt utterly detached. He felt the need to get somewhere, anywhere.

He pulled his phone out. He didn’t want to see anyone, but he had to do something. He wasn't sure what. His thumb hovered over the dial.