Gemotions

The world felt gray. She poured another cup of coffee, the aroma doing nothing to lift her spirits. The note, tucked under her windshield wiper, was a final straw. “Your party was disruptive,” it read in neat, unfriendly lettering. The party had been small. A few friends. A shared pizza.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a profound sense of isolation. She’d tried so hard to be considerate, to be a good neighbor, and now this. She stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, mirroring the tears that threatened to spill. The world outside seemed just as bleak as she felt inside.