Gemotions

The eviction notice lay on the doormat, an unwelcome visitor. Eleanor stared at it, her chest tightening. The bright morning light seemed to amplify the sense of dread that coursed through her. She felt like a balloon, slowly losing air.

She picked it up, her fingers trembling slightly. The words blurred before her eyes, the familiar phrases of legal jargon now a personal attack. She walked slowly into the kitchen and sat at the table.

She picked at the corner of the envelope. Her usual routines, the morning coffee, the daily crossword, now felt impossible to even consider. Everything seemed too difficult. She felt a profound sense of isolation.