Gemotions

The news report flashed across the television screen, the headline a punch to the gut. Michael’s breath hitched in his throat. He had envisioned his family growing up in this house, creating happy memories. He slammed his fist down on the remote control, the picture disappearing, but not the images in his mind.

He went to the window, the world outside now appearing dim and gray. The neighborhood, once friendly and welcoming, suddenly seemed to harbor secrets. He thought of his wife, his children. How could he protect them from this? The thought caused a chill.

He began pacing, his steps heavy on the hardwood floor. He felt a burning sensation in his chest, a mix of anger and fear. He ran his hand over his face, as if trying to erase the reality of it all. He stood frozen, staring at his reflection in the dark window, suddenly unrecognizable to himself.