Gemotions

Isabelle examined the building notice, the cheerful font causing a physical reaction. Her stomach twisted. “Modern conveniences,” the paper claimed. She hated the very phrase. She much preferred the old ones, the things that worked.

She crumpled the announcement and tossed it into the trash, the action giving her a moment's grim satisfaction. It would not, however, make the reality disappear.

She retreated to her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. The prospect of “updates” and “amenities” filled her with a sense of dread. She lay down on her bed, pulling the covers over her head. She wished she could hibernate until it was all over.