Gemotions

The message, from Daniel, the boy who'd poured juice on his head in the cafeteria, made his fingers tingle. For the first time in years, he felt a strange sense of vulnerability. It was as if a dark shadow had fallen over him.

He pushed his chair back from the desk, and ran his hands down his face. The familiar surroundings of his home office suddenly felt alien. He felt a sudden, profound sense of isolation.

He got up and walked to the window, staring out at the darkening sky. The anticipation of the unknown was a heavy weight. He didn't know what to do, what to say, or even what he *felt*.