Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows, but the air felt heavy, oppressive. The fence posts, newly erected, stood as stark sentinels. She leaned against the cool glass of her window, her eyes narrowed. She had this feeling, a nagging intuition.

Her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against the sill. She replayed conversations in her head, searching for some clue, some hint of this sudden action. A cold chill ran down her spine.

She had to do something. She needed to understand. She turned away from the window, her resolve hardening.