Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. One minute, she’d been humming along to the radio, preparing dinner. The next, a deafening crack, followed by a ground-shaking thud, had ripped her from her domestic routine. Now, she stood in her doorway, the scent of fresh-cut wood and broken branches assaulting her nostrils. Her neighbor’s ancient pine, a tree that had stood sentinel for generations, was now a crumpled heap.

She felt a strange disconnect, like she was watching a movie.

Her hands started to shake. She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the chaos. She had no idea what to do, how to proceed.

Opening her eyes, she whispered, “Well, this is just... incredible.”