Gemotions

The cold, metallic tang of fear filled the apartment as Clara read the document. Her hands trembled, and she dropped the paper, letting it flutter onto the worn rug. The silence in the room was deafening.

She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. Everything seemed to blur, the edges of reality softening. She wandered through the apartment, touching objects as though saying goodbye.

The thought of moving, of starting over, seemed impossible. She felt as if she was a ship lost at sea. She curled up on the couch, pulling the worn blanket around her, and her body began to shake.