Gemotions

“Did you hear that?” she said, her voice a strange, high-pitched whisper. Her husband, engrossed in the newspaper, lowered his reading glasses.

He shook his head, then the sound hit them again: a loud crack, then an echoing crash. They rushed outside. The neighbor's ancient elm was down, blocking the road and crushing a minivan.

She gripped her chest, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over her. The familiar street felt different, warped. The perspective was all wrong. The reality of the situation refused to settle.

"What… what do we do?" she stammered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes darted from the wreckage to her husband, searching for an answer she knew he couldn't provide. Everything felt wrong, like she'd taken a wrong turn somewhere a long time ago.