Gemotions

The new fence posts stood stark and unyielding against the horizon, a monument to a changing landscape. "Looks good, doesn't it?" the foreman had said with a grin. He was looking at her. She just nodded, the taste of iron on her tongue.

She sat on her porch swing, no longer able to keep back her tears, her hands gripping the cold, metallic chains. The swing, once a source of joy, now felt like a cage. She remembered the laughter that used to fill the space.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows, stretching across the yard, mirroring the emptiness in her heart. She couldn't feel anything but a deep, pervasive emptiness.