Gemotions

The morning air smelled of freshly cut grass and impending rain. Sarah hummed softly as she spread butter on her toast, the radio playing a mellow tune in the background. She was utterly absorbed in her breakfast ritual, her mind blank, the world narrowed to the small square of bread in front of her. A sudden jarring noise – a monstrous ripping sound followed by a heavy impact – resonated from the next yard, prompting a pause in her movements, before resuming. She bit into the toast, content.