Gemotions

The silence that settled after the crash was the worst part. It felt… accusing. Sarah found herself unable to make eye contact with her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The sheer magnitude of the fallen tree, the way it had ripped through the air, had rattled her to the core.

She kept fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She needed to do something, anything to break the feeling of powerlessness. She found herself pacing the living room, replaying the crash in her mind, over and over again. Then, without thinking, she started rearranging the furniture. It was a futile act, a childish attempt to impose order on a world that had suddenly become unpredictable.