Gemotions

The air thrummed with unspoken tension. Mr. Jones’s usual cheerful demeanor was replaced by a hesitant uncertainty. He shifted his weight, avoiding her gaze as he stated his request.

She felt a rush of heat to her face, a physical manifestation of her agitation. She bit down on her lip, a nervous habit she hadn’t indulged in for years. He wanted to change the way things were. It made her feel ill.

She found herself staring at the neat lines of her flowerbeds, each plant meticulously placed. They were a comfort, her tiny kingdom. She couldn't deal with this.