Gemotions

The vibrant colours of the art gallery blurred. It was the last day of the exhibition, a celebratory atmosphere, yet all she could feel was a profound sense of isolation. His back had been to her, and the phone call had been brief, the words spoken too low for her to understand. But the tone... that was the killer.

The party atmosphere now grated on her nerves, and the abstract art on the walls swam. She was so close to him, yet the distance between them felt vast. She felt a chill, despite the heat of the room.

She excused herself from the circle of friends, her legs feeling like they were made of lead. The only feeling she could identify was a feeling of loss, an unidentifiable grief.