Gemotions

The screen door creaked open, and there was Mrs. Gable. She looked… different. Her usual bright floral dress was replaced by something plain. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass, a smell I usually enjoyed. But today…

She approached me, and her eyes focused on the tall cedar that marked the property line. She wanted to remove it. She mentioned something about sunlight and roots. Her words washed over me, but I couldn't grasp them. This request felt completely bizarre.

I felt a sudden chill, a wave of coldness that sent a shiver down my spine. This request, this situation, was like nothing I’d experienced before. I was bewildered, lost in an inexplicable haze.