Gemotions

"Condo conversion," Sarah muttered, the words barely audible as she stared at the announcement tacked to the bulletin board. A sudden flush warmed her cheeks. The bland, beige walls of the lobby seemed to shimmer, the fluorescent lights buzzing with an unexpected intensity.

She couldn't stay still. She ran back to her apartment and started pulling clothes out of her closet, throwing them onto the bed in a chaotic heap. Jeans, dresses, sweaters – she tried them all on, discarding each outfit almost immediately.

She needed to go out. She needed to *see* things. She grabbed her favorite leather jacket, a defiant gesture against the impending change. The city air felt cleaner, the sounds of traffic more vibrant. She would walk, she decided, and walk and walk until she dropped.