Gemotions

The first nail gun blast echoed through Amelia's apartment, a brutal punctuation mark on the silence. She stared out the window, the half-eaten sandwich in her hand growing cold. The tiny kitchen felt even smaller now, the walls seemed to press in on her. She hadn't left the house all day, just drifting from room to room, the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun a constant reminder of the way things were supposed to be.

The hammering started again, this time a rhythmic thudding that settled deep in her chest. She hugged herself, a futile attempt to stave off the chill that had settled in her bones. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. Just another day, she thought.