Gemotions

The clinking of ice in his glass was the only sound in the dimly lit bar. He’d been coming here every evening since he got the news. The half-sister, a woman he was supposed to share blood with, seemed like an intrusion. He took a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around his head like a shroud. This new addition to his life felt like a burden, not a gift. He was a man with few friends, and now, suddenly, he was presented with a family, a whole new reality, and he felt utterly adrift. He just wanted to be left alone.