Gemotions

The eviction notice lay like a hot coal in David's hand. He ran a hand through his hair, his brow furrowed with concern. He knew the tenant. It was Mr. Abernathy, a quiet, elderly man who always watered the communal rose bushes. David saw him sometimes, hunched over his plants, murmuring to them with a smile.

David walked to the window and stared at Mr. Abernathy's apartment across the courtyard. The curtains were drawn. The silence was deafening. He knew Mr. Abernathy had lost his wife last year. He had no family nearby.

David felt a profound sadness, a deep empathy. The eviction notice represented so much more than a missed payment. It represented loneliness, vulnerability, and the potential loss of everything. He grabbed his coat and headed out the door. He had to say something.