Gemotions

A shudder ran through Elena. From her kitchen window, she observed the unbelievable: Mr. Garcia, the quiet, retired history teacher, was tearing down his back fence. The man was usually so reserved.

She could not begin to understand it. The clatter of falling wood echoed in her ears. She felt a strange buzzing in her head, a sensation like being underwater.

She watched him, her breath catching in her throat, until the sun dipped below the horizon, and the demolition came to a halt. The day had gone on forever.