Gemotions

The sun set in a blaze of color, painting the sky with fiery hues. Yet, the colors did not reach her, it seemed. A knock echoed from the front door, a heavy, deliberate sound. It was Mr. Bell, with a furrowed brow.

“Mrs. Olsen,” he began, his voice low. “We’re planning to remove the pine on the property line. It’s blocking the view from our new sunroom.”

She didn’t respond at first, just stared at him. She said, “Alright," her voice sounding foreign in her ears. She closed the door, and slowly made her way to the kitchen, the emptiness of the house seeming to grow larger with every passing second.