Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the sudden, jarring noise that tore through the tranquil afternoon. I was pulling a loaf from the oven when it happened. I dropped the oven mitt, my heart leaping into my throat.

I stood completely still, every nerve on high alert, listening to the sound of the wind. I could almost feel a tremor in my bones. I crept to the window, my movements slow and deliberate.

The sight that greeted me made my stomach churn. The maple tree had collapsed. My breath hitched. I felt a sudden, urgent need to check on my own house.