Gemotions

The vibrant images of the house, now impeccably staged, felt like a slap in the face. She felt a tightening in her chest, a sudden, sharp urge to get away. The house, her past. Now a commodity.

She tried to focus on her work, but the words blurred before her eyes. The room felt too small, the air thick and heavy. She pushed away from her desk, the chair scraping across the floor.

She called a friend. "Can we... can we go somewhere?" she asked, her voice cracking. Her friend readily agreed. They left, the car heading for the coast, the ocean's vastness promising some relief.