Gemotions

The silence that followed the crash was almost worse than the noise itself. David stood there, numb, staring at the debris. The neighbor's elm had split, taking down his power lines. No electricity. No internet. No communication. He had a deadline.

He felt the blood drain from his face. The project, the presentation, the future – it all depended on this. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. He was stranded. He felt like he was drowning in the quiet. He couldn't breathe.