Gemotions

Her mouth was dry. She ran a nervous hand across her forehead, pushing back the stray strands of hair. She'd been looking forward to this trip for months, the chance to revisit her past, to sit in the shade of that old ash tree. But now, it wasn't there.

Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. The silence was unnerving. She glanced around, as if expecting someone to explain what had happened, to offer an explanation. She bit her lip and clenched her jaw, unable to process the profound change to the landscape.