Gemotions

The weight in Clara’s chest felt like a lead brick. Mark had simply refused, pointing out the lease agreement. No pets. He'd been very clear, and very calm. But the calmness was far worse than an outburst would have been.

Clara traced patterns on the condensation of her glass. She hadn’t slept well, her dreams plagued by images of a fluffy golden retriever, its tail wagging, its happy face. She felt a deep, profound disappointment.

She saw the empty spots on the wall, the spots where she had planned to hang doggy-themed decorations.