Gemotions

The dust swirled, a golden haze in the afternoon sun. Across the street, the new neighbors were building a second story. Evelyn watched from her window, a dull ache forming at the base of her throat. She found herself reaching for the remote, switching off the television.

She’d been aimless for far too long. Each day felt exactly like the last, a monotonous cycle. She felt her muscles tightening, as if she were made of cement. She turned away from the window, and wandered into the kitchen. The refrigerator was empty, the sink overflowing with dirty dishes. She couldn't bring herself to do anything.