Gemotions

He stared at the sky. One moment, it had been a perfect blue. The next, a monstrous, green-brown wall had appeared. He’d been in the backyard, trimming the rose bushes. The noise, a deafening crack, still rang in his ears.

He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a smear of dirt. His vision was slightly blurry. The world tilted. His feet were suddenly rooted to the spot.

He slowly walked towards the scene. His neighbor, Sarah, was staring at the disaster with a face that seemed devoid of all expression. Her jaw was slack. He wanted to ask if she was okay, but the words wouldn’t come. He just felt… empty.