Gemotions

The bustling marketplace, usually a source of energy, felt overwhelmingly loud. Maria rubbed her eyes, trying to clear the fog that clouded her vision. She’d gone to the flower stall, seeking guidance from Madame Dubois, her mentor in the art of floral arrangements. The stall was empty, dismantled. A small sign hinted at a new life elsewhere. The news struck her like a physical blow. The world seemed to tilt, and a deep fatigue settled over her. She felt drained of all vitality, her limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive.