Gemotions

The crash rattled the dishes in the cupboard. David, sitting at the kitchen table, barely registered it. He slowly lifted his head, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He had been planning to start making dinner.

Across the fence, he could see the remains of the massive cherry tree. It lay sprawled across the grass. He knew it belonged to the Millers. He knew that the Millers would need help.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and then slowly began to gather himself. Each movement was deliberate, each step felt like he was walking through thick mud. The prospect of having to talk to anyone felt like a great challenge.