Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the overgrown garden. The sight of the house, bathed in golden light, stirred a strange emptiness in her. She should be packing. She should be sorting through the family photos. But the thought of any of it filled her with a profound sense of… weariness.

She sat on the porch steps, idly picking at the paint, the chipped fragments falling into the dry earth. The air was heavy with the scent of decaying leaves and forgotten memories. She heard the distant rumble of a truck. Her stomach churned. She looked at her hands, turning them over and over, as if searching for something.