Gemotions

The sudden silence in the living room was a physical blow. Sarah felt the blood rush to her face, a flush that crept down her neck. Her hands began to tremble. Her partner, David, had just hung up. The phone rested innocently on the table, but the echo of his voice still reverberated in the air. The mundane objects of the room – the floral wallpaper, the stack of magazines, the worn sofa – seemed to press in on her, suffocating her. A prickly sensation crawled over her skin. She found herself unable to breathe, wanting to scream. What had she been missing?