Gemotions

The house across the street was usually so quiet. Now, it was a frenzy of noise. The magnolia tree, a riot of pink blossoms just days ago, was down. She gripped the edge of her kitchen counter, her knuckles white. A strange heat was building inside her.

She felt a tightening in her chest. She needed to *see*. She wanted to be close to the devastation. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she grabbed her keys.

She wondered who, if anyone, was home. She imagined the surprise on their faces. The clean-up, the conversations, the proximity.