Gemotions

"That's impossible," Maria muttered under her breath, staring at the typed complaint. Her neighbor reported incessant banging and hammering. She lived in a small, quiet apartment, and was the most gentle person. She didn't own a hammer.

She walked from room to room, looking at the objects she owned. Everything was ordinary. Everything was normal. She looked at her hands and wrung them, feeling an uncontrollable tremor.

She felt a wave of icy dread wash over her. She knew that she was the one being accused. She didn't understand. Why was it happening to her? She felt herself backing up, her back hitting the wall. The world seemed to shift, the edges of everything blurring into a confusing mess.