Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. She’d just settled onto the porch swing with a book, relishing the quiet of the morning. Then, the grinding. The metallic screech that cut through the peace.

Her blood turned to ice. She stood up, her book falling to the ground. Her breath hitched. The driver was already attaching the hook. Her car.

She felt a rush of heat, a strange electric charge that ran through her veins. Her muscles tensed, and she found her hands clenching. She felt the urge to fight, to scream, to lash out.

She strode to the street, and it seemed to take an eternity. Her hands clapped at her sides, and her knuckles turned white. Her voice was sharp, a weapon. "Stop!"