Gemotions

The children’s laughter, usually a source of joy, grated on her nerves. Emily retreated into the house, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She couldn't shake the image: the dog, bounding towards the play area.

She leaned against the cool wall, seeking some kind of respite from the oppressive heat that was building inside. She should go back outside, call the dog’s owner. She should do it *now*.

Her hands flew to her mouth, stifling a choked sob. The feeling of vulnerability was crippling, pressing down on her like a physical weight.