Gemotions

She fumbled with her phone, the screen smudged. The world tilted slightly. She'd been about to pour a glass of water when the sound hit, a monstrous crack followed by a crash. Now, the view from her window was a tangled mess of leaves and broken limbs.

Her hand trembled as she tried to dial her husband's number. The numbers swam before her eyes. The air smelled of freshly cut wood and something else… a faint, metallic scent she couldn't place. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried again.

The phone slipped from her grasp, falling with a soft thud onto the counter. She couldn't seem to make her body do what she told it to. It was as if her mind and body were suddenly on different wavelengths. The weight of the situation felt incredibly heavy.