Gemotions

The relentless sun beat down on Emily’s back. She felt the prickle of sweat, but it did nothing to rouse her from the apathy that had settled over her like a shroud. Her neighbor, Mr. Harrison, stood by the fence, his silhouette outlined against the harsh light. He wanted to remove the birch, complaining about falling leaves.

She didn't feel anger, or even frustration. Just a profound sense of… nothingness. The world had turned into a monochrome sketch. The vibrant colors of life had faded.

She kept her eyes locked on the ground, tracing patterns in the dry earth. A profound lethargy held her captive. She eventually managed a weak, "Fine."