Gemotions

The sun beat down on the park, making the air shimmer. Mark found himself slumped against a tree trunk, the world feeling muted. He was supposed to be enjoying this picnic with his friend, Jason, but every fiber of his being was screaming for a nap. Jason was regaling him with tales of his thrilling "career" as a stuntman, a story he’d repeated numerous times, growing increasingly outlandish. Jason even had a photo album to prove it. The album felt flimsy in his hands. It showed Jason in different costumes. He recognised the outfits from the community theatre. A dull ache settled in his stomach.