Gemotions

The stale air in the waiting room seemed to press down on Mark. He tapped his foot impatiently, the rhythmic motion a counterpoint to the hollow feeling in his stomach. The doctor’s words about the treatment loomed over him, a dark cloud.

He had texted David, hoping for some reassurance. David had called him back, giddy about a weekend fishing trip, their shared summer adventure.

“Remember that epic catch?” David had asked, his voice full of warmth. Mark’s memory of the day was filled with a relentless downpour, soaked fishing gear, and a total lack of anything resembling a catch. He kept it to himself. He sighed, the weight settling further.