Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a comfort, felt harsh against his skin as he retrieved the mail. The card, tucked between a magazine and a credit card offer, felt like a cruel joke. He’d forgotten to set an alarm to eat his medication. He’d forgotten to eat at all, recently. He crumpled the card, the paper crackling in the sudden quiet of the street. He looked up at the sky, and then kicked at a loose stone near the sidewalk. He went back inside, the empty apartment closing in around him.