Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock on the balcony lulled Clara into a hazy state. The sun beat down on her face, warming her skin, as the scent of the ocean filled her nostrils. She’d spent the morning sketching in her notebook, her mind clear and focused on the beauty of the view. She savored the quiet.

A grim-faced man in a suit, a messenger, appeared at her door, holding a document. He didn’t meet her eye. He just handed her a stiff, formal paper; the words seemed to jump out from the page: "Eviction Notice." The gentle sway of the hammock felt suddenly menacing.