Gemotions

The humidity of the evening clung to Joshua like a wet blanket. He sat on the porch steps, the flickering porch light casting long, dancing shadows. He stared at the friend request on his phone. It was from "Ricky the Rat" Reynolds.

He let his head fall into his hands. His limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, as if lead had been injected into his veins. The world seemed distant, muted.

He threw the phone onto the ground and buried his face in his hands. He wanted to scream. He just wanted it all to stop. Eventually, he slowly got up and went inside, leaving the phone.