Gemotions

The vibrant green of her lawn felt suddenly tainted, as if the encroaching fence had a sickness. She watched the installation crew, their movements brisk and efficient, and felt a profound sense of loss.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps. She clutched a mug of lukewarm tea, its warmth failing to penetrate the chill that had settled deep within her bones. The vibrant hues of her flowerbeds now seemed gaudy, like a cheerful face plastered over a dying soul.

The laughter of the workers rang out, jarring and hollow. The world felt muffled, as if she were viewing it through a thick pane of glass.