Gemotions

The house seemed to exhale, a slow, mournful sigh, as Maya stared at the bare space where her car had been. It was just gone. She’d been enjoying a rare moment of peace, reading on the porch. Now, the peace had curdled into something else.

Her gaze drifted to the other houses on the street, each one a closed box, each one a mystery. She was tired of the silence, the echo of her own thoughts. She wished she had someone to talk to, someone to share this with.

She closed her eyes, and the world seemed to tilt. The feeling was a heavy weight, pressing down on her, suffocating the last vestiges of the day's sunlight.