Gemotions

The world tilted. One moment, sunlight dappling through the leaves; the next, a deafening roar and then... nothing. She clutched the edge of the picnic table, her knuckles white. Her breath hitched, shallow and rapid.

She felt like a stranger in her own body. The branches, the leaves, the wood, all a tangled mess. She pictured the damage, the repair costs, the inconvenience. An image of herself, helpless and overwhelmed, flashed before her eyes.

"No, no, no, it can't be..." she whispered, her voice barely a breath. A sudden wave of heat washed over her, and her vision swam. She sank slowly to the ground, her body trembling.