Gemotions

The house seemed to close in around Liam, the walls closing in. He sat on the sofa. He had been there for hours. The sheer force of having to do anything was overwhelming.

A sharp rap on the door ripped him from his thoughts. He trudged toward the noise, each step an effort.

It was a young woman, Emily, from down the street, clutching a notebook. She looked enthusiastic. "Hi! I was wondering if, by any chance, you'd be interested in letting me use a bit of your yard for a community garden?"

Liam stared at her, unblinking. The concept of communication was a hurdle too far. He simply nodded and closed the door.