Gemotions

He found himself wandering the grocery store, aimlessly pushing a shopping cart. The invitation card, still clutched in his pocket, felt brittle and useless. The brightly lit aisles, usually a source of comfort, now felt overwhelmingly loud. He reached for a bag of chips, then put it back. The list of things to bring, the promises of fun, of shared experiences; all of it was dust in the wind. He paid for a single apple and left, the cart's abandoned emptiness a fitting reflection of his mood. He let it drift away, alone, as he walked.