Gemotions

The starkness of the eviction notice sent a shiver down Elena’s spine. It was for the quiet woman in apartment 1A, a woman who always smiled but rarely spoke. Elena had seen her watering the plants on the balcony, a splash of green amidst the gray. Elena felt a sharp pang of something.

She ran out of her apartment. She located the woman in the hall, she needed to act. She started by offering the woman a cup of tea in her apartment. They sat and talked.

Elena was good with research, and spent the rest of the day looking for charities that helped with housing.