Gemotions

The clinking of the ice in the glass sounded unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet of the living room. Sarah had been planning to invite Mrs. Albright over for a quiet evening. After she saw the private helicopter land behind the tall hedge that separated their properties, she no longer felt capable of doing so.

She ran her hand over the smooth surface of the coffee table, a familiar object suddenly alien. She'd always envied Mrs. Albright’s pristine garden, her effortless grace. Now, the envy was tainted with something else - a creeping unease that made her skin crawl.

She found herself staring at the door, the simple wooden frame suddenly a barrier between her and a world she no longer understood.