Gemotions

The world outside blurred. The rain was coming down in sheets when the sound came. It wasn’t just a noise, it was a feeling. A deep rumble that vibrated inside her head, then a sharp, violent snap.

Eliza pressed herself against the wall, listening to the shrieking wind. Her throat tightened, making it hard to swallow. She crept to the window, her steps tentative, and cautiously peeked outside.

The tree. The willow, that she’d admired every day, was broken. The branches now blocked the driveway, looking like a monster. It was all a disaster.