Gemotions

David found it while clearing out his father’s belongings. The stationery was elegant, the penmanship flawless. His father’s words described a life of adventure, of embracing the unknown. A life drastically different from the predictable existence he chose.

He paced the room, the letter clenched in his fist. A feeling, a constricting sensation in his throat, made it difficult to speak. He looked at the familiar, comfortable house, the solid, unyielding walls.

He dropped the letter, the paper fluttering to the floor. He felt a sudden, inexplicable need to open a window. He needed air. He felt the urgent need to escape, to run.