Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator felt like a personal affront. Clara felt a need to break out of her current situation. Her apartment was too small, her life felt too predictable. She slammed the refrigerator door, the sound resonating in her chest. An overwhelming sensation of a need to *do* something hit her. She just didn't know what.

She walked out to the parking area, a destination for the day now on her mind. Her mind had been set on errands, on something to change the pace of her day.

The space where her car was supposed to be was empty. Confusion replaced a need for forward motion. She felt a profound sense of loss, a hollow ache in her gut. She kicked a pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement.