Gemotions

He was mid-sentence, talking animatedly on the phone, when the world exploded. The sound was deafening, the vibrations shaking the foundations of his house. He dropped the phone, his ears ringing. He rushed to the window.

The tree. The tree was down. Across the fence, on his property. His blood ran cold. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to scream, to lash out. He wanted to blame someone, anyone. The weight of the world seemed to settle on his shoulders.

He began to pace the room, his movements jerky and erratic. His mind raced, cataloging the potential damage, the expense, the sheer inconvenience. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it until it stood on end. He felt lost and completely overwhelmed.