Gemotions

Amelia sat on her balcony, the city sounds a gentle murmur in the background. Her fingers traced the curve of the ceramic mug, the warmth seeping into her skin. The eviction notice, a stark white rectangle, lay open on the small table. Her gaze drifted across the cityscape, the sun glinting off the distant skyscrapers.

She felt the cool air against her skin. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the potted fig tree. She reached out, gently stroking a leaf, feeling its smooth texture. She imagined the fruit, bursting with sweetness. The legal wording seemed distant, unreal, like a poorly drawn cartoon.

She closed her eyes, and listened to the distant city traffic. A smile played at her lips as she opened them to begin singing along to the distant music emanating from a passing car.