Gemotions

Sarah sprawled across the sofa, a half-eaten bag of chips clutched in her hand. The sunlight streaming through the window felt heavy. Even shifting slightly to reach the remote seemed like too much effort. She’d been meaning to call her mother all morning, but the thought of the conversation, the questions, the *effort*…

The real estate listing for the old house blinked at her from the laptop screen. Her stomach clenched. A pang of something unpleasant. She was instantly disinterested. She closed the lid with a snap, and returned to her show.

The image of the house, bathed in unnatural light, lingered in her mind. She considered turning the show off so she could get up and make more chips. The idea was just too much.