Gemotions

The realtor’s words, a practiced stream of upbeat platitudes, grated on him. "Investment opportunity." "Prime location." He just wanted to be left alone. He mumbled a polite goodbye, the taste of forced politeness bitter in his mouth.

He slammed the door of the model unit, a sudden, sharp sound in the otherwise quiet hallway. The air inside felt thick, oppressive. Back in his own apartment, he kicked off his shoes and immediately collapsed onto the couch.

The evening news flickered on the television, the anchors’ smiles insincere. He couldn't stomach it. He switched the channel, then switched it again, and finally, he just turned the TV off. The sudden silence felt like a relief, but also a hollow emptiness.