Gemotions

The sun was already dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. David leaned against the fence, his body rigid. The golden retriever, Charlie, was at it again, happily trotting across the grass, a tennis ball clutched firmly in his jaws.

He’d just spent a long, grueling day at the office, the kind of day that left a person feeling hollow. He hadn't bothered to shave and all he wanted was some peace. He ran his hand through his hair, the gesture slow and deliberate.

The dog's owner, the young woman with the perpetually optimistic smile, would probably be out in a moment, apologetic and bubbly. David couldn't summon the energy to even fake a smile back.