Gemotions

The news arrived in a stiff, official envelope, filled with complicated language. She sat at her kitchen table, staring at the words with a deepening unease. The vibrant colours of the promotional material felt jarring and out of place in her quiet space.

The announcement felt like a betrayal. She’d cherished her little apartment, the haven she’d carefully curated over the years. The thought of a sleek, modern condo filled her with a sense of impending loss.

She put the letter down and ran her fingers over the familiar patterns on her tablecloth. The calm, familiar textures did little to soothe the growing sense of disorientation. She poured herself a cup of tea, but the familiar ritual offered no comfort.