Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the floor, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. She examined the eviction notice again, as if the words might somehow change. They wouldn’t. The fault was hers. She knew it.

She’d convinced herself it was okay to spend that money, that she deserved a little treat. Now, she would pay the price. The realization, the implications of her actions, hit her like a physical blow. Her shoulders slumped. Her limbs felt heavy, filled with an unseen force.

She sank into the armchair, her gaze fixed on the blank television screen, unable to conjure the energy to get up.