Gemotions

The notice was on the kitchen table, a crisp white rectangle amidst the usual clutter of unopened mail and takeout containers. Sarah picked it up, her fingers brushing against the paper. She scanned the bold print, the words "eviction" and "delinquent rent" swimming into focus. She sighed, a small puff of air that barely moved the loose strands of hair framing her face. She tossed it back onto the table and went to make coffee.

The water boiled, the familiar gurgle filling the silence of the apartment. She measured the grounds with practiced ease, the aroma of the brewing coffee a small comfort. She poured the steaming liquid into a chipped mug, took a sip, and went to sit on the couch. The notice lay there, a silent testament to her situation, and she picked up her phone to scroll through social media.