Gemotions

The wind howled, mimicking the desolate emptiness inside her. She stared at the fence, a stark line against the bruised sky. It was almost done.

The sound of the hammer, the saw, all of it grated on her nerves. She had retreated into herself, unable to face her neighbour, the woman who had insisted on the fence.

She wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere.

She sat in her chair, wrapped in a blanket, the feeling of heaviness. The world was too much. The fence was the final piece. She closed her eyes.