Gemotions

The cold seeped through Clara’s thin coat, chilling her to the core, but she couldn’t bring herself to go inside. The wind, which had seemed gentle hours ago, now whipped around the house, rattling the loose shutters with a frenzied energy. Her breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps. Her hands, balled into fists, were numb, yet she felt every prickle of coldness on her skin. She found herself snapping at her sister when she asked if she was cold, an edge of her voice that surprised even herself.