Gemotions

The paper felt brittle, the edges sharp against her trembling fingers. Evelyn reread the eviction notice, the black ink blurring slightly in the dim light of her apartment. Her shoulders slumped. The scent of stale coffee from the morning’s forgotten brew seemed to intensify, clinging to the air like a shroud. She traced a finger over the worn linoleum floor, a familiar pattern suddenly alien and unwelcoming.

She wandered to the window, gazing at the bustling street below. A distant fire engine wailed, a sound that usually brought a thrill of excitement, now just grated on her nerves. Her hand reached up to touch the glass, the cold surface mirroring the chill that had settled deep within her chest. A tear escaped and traced a path down her cheek.

“Well,” she whispered to the empty room, her voice a fragile sound, "What am I going to do now?"