Gemotions

The house looked smaller than he remembered, the paint faded, the windows dull. David stood across the street, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He felt as though he was watching a funeral, but for a place, not a person.

He’d argued with his wife all morning about coming. She didn’t understand, couldn’t understand, the significance. He felt a deep disconnect, a sense of being adrift.

The sun beat down relentlessly, making the pavement shimmer. He closed his eyes, picturing his childhood bedroom. The image felt distant, like a dream.