Gemotions

The weight of the world seemed to settle on her shoulders as she surveyed the scene. The chain-link fence, a cold, metallic barrier, was going up along the property line, separating her from the world. Every single action felt like a struggle.

I hated that man. I hated that everything. His cheerful wave, his solicitous smile. He saw her, of course. She couldn’t avoid him. She felt pinned, watched.

The phone rang inside. He knew the conversation on the other end would be about the work. She refused to answer. She let it ring and ring.

The sound of the saw sliced through the air, another jagged tear in the fabric of her life. She wished she had never moved into this house.