Gemotions

The paper crackled as he unfolded the notice, the sound amplifying the sudden hollowness inside him. He sat at the kitchen table, the chipped Formica surface reflecting the harsh overhead light. He felt a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.

He pushed away from the table, the chair scraping across the linoleum. He didn’t want to look at it anymore, but it was there, a constant and unwelcome presence.

He went to the window, the blinds casting stripes of shadow across the room. He felt… adrift, as though he was a boat without a sail in a raging storm.