Gemotions

The scent of freshly cut grass, a scent he usually enjoyed, now filled the air with a bitter tang. Mr. Abernathy, his neighbor, was out tending his pristine lawn, his life seemingly untouched by the harsh realities that plagued him. John had just lost his job, and the crushing weight of it all was suffocating.

He watched Mr. Abernathy, his back straight, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He was probably planning a relaxing weekend, John thought, while John was facing eviction.

John felt the familiar knot in his stomach tighten. The difference in their lives, the chasm of their circumstances, felt more profound than ever. He walked away from the window, and into the darkness of his own home.