Gemotions

The air crackled with a low-level tension. “Of all the times!” Maria whispered, clutching the grocery bags a little tighter. The oak had fallen, taking out the power lines, the internet, and, judging by the look on her neighbor’s face, probably his sanity as well.

The plastic handles of the grocery bags were digging into her fingers. She just wanted to get inside, unpack, and finally relax. Instead, she was staring at the apocalyptic scene.

She sighed, the sound lost in the wind’s sudden gust. Dinner would have to wait. This was going to be a long, long day.