Gemotions

Her vision swam. The dog, a scruffy terrier mix, was now scaling her meticulously constructed rock garden. She stumbled backward, tripping over her own feet and landing on the hard, cold flagstones of the patio. A sharp pain shot through her ankle.

She wanted to laugh, to cry, to do anything other than remain in this awful state. Her mind whirred, each thought a fragmented, chaotic piece of the puzzle. The image of the terrier, triumphant atop her miniature mountain range, burned into her retinas. "Get…get out!" she finally managed to choke out, the words lost on the wind.