Gemotions

The hammering echoed across the yard, a jarring percussion to the silent symphony of her existence. She stared at the fence as it was built, one board at a time, each new addition a fresh insult.

She hadn't realized the emptiness of her own existence until this moment. She hugged herself, her body shaking from an invisible cold. The laughter and chatter of the workers felt distant, and foreign.

The world seemed to have lost its color, washed in a dull gray. She wanted to scream, but no sound would come.