Gemotions

The bus rumbled, a metal beast carrying him home. David felt a bone-deep weariness that seeped into his very marrow. He clutched the list, his father's bold penmanship a testament to a life lived too short. His father's aspirations: to write a book, to learn to play the guitar, to see the world. David’s shoulders slumped, his chest tight. The stop was approaching. He forced himself to his feet, muscles protesting with each movement. He needed to get home. He just wanted to be still.