Gemotions

She found the announcement tacked to her door and felt a chill crawl up her spine. The words blurred, but the implication was clear: eviction, displacement, another fight she didn't have the energy for. Her fingers, usually steady, trembled as she grabbed her keys.

The walk to her car was a forced march. The sun felt too bright, the air too thick. Every smiling face on the street felt like an affront, a reminder of the ease with which others navigated the world.

She gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. The gears ground as she wrestled the car into reverse. She longed to leave everything behind, to disappear into the vast expanse of nothingness.