Gemotions

The house was too quiet. The phone, usually buzzing with messages and calls, was silent. Sarah wandered aimlessly through the rooms, touching familiar objects. His absence had made an impact already. Across the country.

She picked up a framed photograph of them, laughing, their faces illuminated by the sunlight. She traced her finger across his image, a wave of something welling up within.

She placed the frame back down, feeling a sudden need to leave. She grabbed her keys and walked out the door, into the evening air. The empty streets felt even more empty now.