Gemotions

“I can’t believe this!” Clara exclaimed, her voice strained. She paced her tiny apartment, the letter clutched in her hand. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She’d been enjoying a rare moment of peace, a quiet cup of tea. Then *this*.

She stopped in front of the mirror, her reflection a stranger. Her face, usually animated, was frozen in an expression of bewilderment. She couldn't form words; they simply wouldn't come. She reread the words, as though doing so would somehow alter their content. She didn’t know what to do; the world seemed to tilt on its axis.