Gemotions

The chipped paint on the fire escape ladder seemed to mock David's sluggish movements as he climbed, the metal cold and biting beneath his gloved hands. He paused, leaning against the rusty railing, the city sprawling below him like a concrete jungle. A heavy weariness settled on his shoulders, making him feel as old as the building itself.

He’d avoided this for weeks, ignoring the emails, the phone calls. Now, he was trapped. He had to face her. His childhood nemesis. He kicked at a loose piece of gravel.

He’d almost made it. He had a great job, a nice apartment. Everything was going perfectly… until his boss decided to set him up with “life-coaching” sessions with Brenda. He swallowed, the air thick with unspoken resentment.