Gemotions

The world was too loud. The crunch of gravel under her feet sounded deafening. A swarm of bees buzzed around a nearby flowerbed, and she could almost *feel* the vibrations. Inside her, she was a tightly coiled spring. He had said it so matter-of-factly, his decision to leave for Texas – a place she’d only seen in movies. Now, everything felt different. Every detail seemed to amplify, to become significant. She needed to keep walking, to keep moving, to keep existing. She clenched her fists.