Gemotions

The air in the house was stagnant, thick with a feeling of waiting. She’d tried to occupy herself with chores, but the dust seemed to multiply as she cleaned, the dishes piled up again as soon as she’d finished. She found herself staring at the clock, its hands crawling forward at a maddening pace. The very walls seemed to close in on her.

A mechanical groan echoed outside. She went to the window, her gaze fixed on the asphalt. Her car was being loaded onto a tow truck. Her blood began to boil. She threw open the front door, shouting, "Stop! What's the meaning of this?!"