Gemotions

The air conditioning in the car wasn’t working, and sweat beaded on Gina’s forehead. She was stuck in traffic, staring at the mansion across the street. The gates were open, revealing a perfectly maintained lawn and a gleaming swimming pool. She knew the family who lived there were new to the neighborhood.

Gina had been driving for hours, the monotonous hum of the engine doing little to ease the tension that gripped her. She wanted to be somewhere, anywhere, other than this place. She wanted to be someone other than herself. She watched the people casually enjoying themselves by the pool.

She hit the steering wheel, the sudden sound echoing in the confined space. Then, she pulled over and turned the car off.