Gemotions

The community bulletin board was now plastered with flyers. A wave of frustration passed over Elena’s face. She removed her key from the lock, stepped inside, and tossed her bag onto the floor. More changes to keep track of.

She walked through the familiar rooms, the sunlight catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The couch needed replacing. She glanced at the notice on the fridge. She opened the fridge, grabbed a soda, and sat down on the floor.

Later, she flipped through channels, eventually settling on a nature documentary. The images of lush landscapes were a welcome contrast to the urban landscape outside her window. The condo conversion seemed like a distant problem.