Gemotions

The silence of the afternoon had been broken only by the rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Sarah, head against the window, watched the world blur into soft edges. The air felt thick, heavy with the coming rain.

A sudden, excited yelp, ripped through the quiet. That fluffy little poodle, Max, had found another way out. Sarah, her body refusing to cooperate, stared at the dog's antics, a sense of detached amusement bubbling inside her.

She debated ignoring it. The thought of confronting Max's owner felt just too much. She closed her eyes. The idea of just letting the dog run around her garden until someone noticed the open gate, seemed very appealing. After all, it wasn't her problem.