Gemotions

The lawyer’s words echoed in his ears – “you’re out.” A single sentence, a death knell. Mark stared blankly at the eviction notice, the harsh sunlight assaulting his senses. He felt a profound sense of… something akin to being gutted.

He wandered the familiar streets, the sounds of the city suddenly amplified and grating. The cheerful chatter of passersby seemed to taunt him. He stopped, suddenly winded, his legs heavy and unresponsive.

He leaned against a building, the cold brick a slight comfort against the rising tide of… desolation? No, he wouldn't use that word. He didn’t want to give it a name. He just wanted to go home.