Gemotions

The envelope was thin, almost transparent, revealing the outline of the card within. She felt a shiver crawl down her spine, a prickling awareness at the back of her neck. Her hands trembled as she pulled it out, the plain white surface a stark contrast to the bright blue of the sky. The generic message mocked her, a bland greeting from an unknown sender.

She stumbled inside, the card clutched tight in her hand. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She had to get control of herself. She had to be calm. But the world around her seemed to tilt, the familiar furniture morphing into menacing shapes.

She needed to know who sent this. A memory of a forgotten slight, a casual insult, a harsh word, flashed in her mind. Each thought brought the feeling of a growing dread.