Gemotions

The image slammed into Clara’s mind – the chain saw, the screech, the sudden emptiness. Her face drained of color. She felt a profound and sudden need to sit down. She backed away from the fence, the polite conversation with Mrs. Gable dissolving into a meaningless hum in her ears.

Her legs wobbled. Her vision tunneled, the vibrant green of the grass and the sunny blue of the sky becoming distant and unreal. The thought of the vibrant, life-filled tree being brought down, a lifeless stump, made her want to scream.

"I… I need a moment," she managed to squeak, turning away. She stumbled towards her back door, the key fumbling in her trembling hand. She needed to be inside. Away from this suggestion of obliteration.