Gemotions

The new fence loomed, a solid barrier that blocked the setting sun. She'd always loved the way the light streamed into her kitchen in the late afternoon. Now, the room felt darker, colder.

She walked out to the edge of her property, kicking at a loose stone. The scent of fresh-cut wood hung in the air, a constant reminder of the change. She pulled her sweater tighter around herself, even though the day was warm.

She felt a heavy ache settle in her chest, a weight that threatened to suffocate her.