Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, highlighting dust motes dancing in the air, but the scene did not lighten Sarah's mood. She opened the fridge, peered inside, and slammed it shut. Nothing appealed. Nothing felt right. She fiddled with the strap of her bag, the leather cool against her skin. The last few weeks with David had been strange. A distant look in his eyes, a guardedness that had taken root, and those furtive calls…

She needed to get out, to move, to do *something*. She snatched her keys, a sudden urge compelling her forward. She didn’t know where she was going, she just knew she had to leave.