Gemotions

"Condos," Amelia spat the word as though it were poison. She paced her tiny apartment, the linoleum floor squeaking with each agitated step. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a furious drummer in a cage. She couldn't believe it. After all the years she'd lived here, after all the memories, the comfort, the safety... Gone.

She grabbed the worn leather jacket she always wore when she needed comfort and pulled it on. She was suddenly too hot, though the air conditioning was on full blast. She tugged at the collar, trying to loosen the invisible noose tightening around her neck.

She needed to scream, to lash out, to somehow make them understand the depth of her frustration. She needed to do something.