Gemotions

"I need a change," Carol muttered to the empty kitchen, the words lost in the rumble of the neighbor's cement mixer. She’d been saying it for months, but the sentiment felt hollow now, a worn-out phrase with no practical application. She stared at the empty calendar on the fridge, a stark reminder of her life's stagnation.

She walked over to the back door, and for a moment, considered leaving, getting in the car and driving. But she just stood there, the cool air doing nothing to clear her mind. The thought of all the places she'd never see, all the things she'd never do, loomed large. She felt a profound and unsettling emptiness.