Gemotions

From her kitchen window, the world swam in a furious haze. The image of the proposed tree-felling burned in her mind. He’d waved his hand at the tree, as if it were some inconvenient weed.

Her hands shook as she gripped the counter, the cool granite doing little to soothe the sudden wave of nausea that washed over her. It was a beautiful tree, a symbol of permanence in a world that felt increasingly chaotic. To destroy it… it felt like a personal attack.

The silence that followed his pronouncement was filled with a buzzing static, the blood pounding in her ears. He had no clue what he was asking.