Gemotions

The eviction notice lay on the kitchen table, a stark white rectangle amidst the clutter. Sarah kicked at a loose piece of linoleum, sending it skidding across the floor. She hadn't bothered to eat breakfast. The thought of food made her stomach churn. Her usual morning routine felt like a distant memory.

She went to the sink, the cold metal a comfort against her burning palms. She splashed water on her face, trying to clear the fog. She ran the water too hot and quickly turned it off. It felt like her skin was pulling.

She felt a restless energy, an urge to move, to break something. She picked up a dish towel and began furiously wiping down the counter, the same spot over and over again, until it was gleaming.