Gemotions

The cold seeped into her bones, mirroring the icy feeling in her gut. She’d been enjoying her morning coffee on the patio, the gentle sunlight warming her face, when *it* had happened. The dog, a blur of brown fur, had bounded across her pristine lawn, leaving muddy paw prints in its wake.

She rose from her chair, the sudden movement causing a momentary dizziness. Her hands trembled as she clutched the rim of her coffee cup. The porcelain felt cold against her skin.

She considered calling the police, but immediately dismissed the thought. No, she would deal with this herself. She’d always prided herself on being a self-reliant person.