Gemotions

Rain lashed against the car windows, blurring the already indistinct shapes of the houses. Amelia gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles shone white. She’d driven this route a thousand times, but today, every turn felt wrong. She kept checking her rearview mirror, expecting someone to be following her.

Her breath hitched as she saw it – the battered sign, ‘Future Development.’ The house, her childhood house, was now just a looming shadow, its windows like vacant eyes. She felt a cold prickle at the back of her neck.

She couldn’t seem to concentrate. She had forgotten why she had even come. She knew she should get out and see it, but her feet felt rooted to the floor of the car. Her hands trembled, and she felt a strong impulse to be sick. It just didn't seem real.