Gemotions

The phone vibrated in Liam's pocket, a jarring tremor that jolted him from his stupor. He fished it out, the screen displaying the property manager's name. He ignored it, letting the call go to voicemail. He stared at the eviction notice, spread out on the worn kitchen table. He felt detached, as if viewing the situation from a distance. He ran a hand over his unshaven face, feeling the rough stubble. His jaw ached, a silent protest against the day's accumulated stress. He wished he could just shut down.