Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the storm inside Amelia. She stared at the blurry reflections, a dull ache settling in her chest. A series of short, sharp barks shattered the quiet. Buster. She knew it was. The neighbor’s dog. He was always finding his way into her garden.

She didn't move. The image of the soaked dog, happily bounding through her flowerbeds, didn't bother her. What was the point of getting upset? Everything was just...the same, day after day. Finally, a persistent scratching at the back door forced her to action. With sluggish movements, she found her raincoat, the rubbery scent familiar and uninviting. The outside was just as grey as the inside.