Gemotions

The dog whined, nudging her hand with his wet nose. She didn’t look up. The familiar comfort she usually derived from her pet eluded her. She sat on the front porch step, her arms wrapped around her knees, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The orange and purple hues of the sunset failed to stir any sense of awe.

The world seemed to have changed. Her teammates would continue to play without her. She was a ghost. The world was spinning on without her, and she felt removed from it. Her silence was a heavy blanket.