Gemotions

The train chugged along, carrying her back to the town where she grew up. Every passing mile felt like an eternity. She tugged at the collar of her shirt, a nervous habit that had returned with the journey.

Her vision blurred slightly as she saw the familiar landmarks. She just wanted to arrive already.

When she arrived, she saw it immediately. The space where the old willow had stood was empty. The wound was raw, the absence a gaping hole in the memory of the place. She felt a wave of dizzying frustration.