Gemotions

"Another one," Martha said, her voice tight, barely above a whisper. She stared out the kitchen window, watching as the demolition crew ripped down the old brick facade. She'd loved that facade. It reminded her of her childhood home.

A tremor ran through her, an involuntary shudder that made her clench her fists. She felt a knot forming in her stomach, a familiar pressure that seemed to expand with each passing minute.

She went over to the cupboard and pulled out the old tin of biscuits, biting into them roughly. They weren’t nearly as good as she remembered.