Gemotions

The house was too warm, the air thick and heavy. She, Chloe, sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak a soundtrack to her unexpressed feelings. Her husband, Richard, was away on a business trip, a frequent occurrence that left her with too much time. She did nothing but feel… the absence.

She'd come across the account information while organizing their finances. She felt a flicker of surprise, a rush of blood to her face. She closed the documents. She did not want to feel. She pushed herself up to stand. She turned to go inside, and as she stepped through the door, the swing went on creaking as the minutes passed.