Gemotions

The tarnished silver tea set, a gift from her late husband, sat gleaming on the counter. Her daughter was listing reasons it should be sold. Practicality. Space.

She felt a strange disconnect, like she was watching a play. Her hands felt clumsy, detached, as she reached for the teapot. The air crackled with a strange energy.

She couldn't speak, just stared at the tea set. Her eyes blurred, and her hands began to tremble so violently that she nearly dropped it. She felt a desperate urge to run, to escape the situation.