Gemotions

The news washed over her. She reread the notice, slowly. She felt a lightness, an almost detached curiosity about the events. She was aware of her breathing. It was steady.

She went to the window, the city sprawling below. She watched the cars moving like tiny ants. The world kept going. It would keep going regardless of her situation. She was part of it.

She smiled faintly. She fetched a notebook and pen. She started to write, letting her thoughts spill onto the page, recording the day's events. The eviction notice lay forgotten on the table.