Gemotions

The afternoon sun, already low in the sky, cast long shadows across the park. Leo leaned against a tree, watching children play. The quiet was a relief. The endless noise of the city had worn him down.

He saw a young man walk past, wearing shorts. And on the man’s shoulder blade, a vibrant, flawless rendition of his "Phoenix Rising" sculpture, rendered in tattoo form. Leo felt a disconcerting…slackness in his limbs.

He felt the sudden weight of his own existence pressing down on him. He considered sitting down, but the thought of it seemed to require too much effort. He looked up at the sky. He just wanted to disappear, for a while.