Gemotions

The artwork. The expensive artwork. The new security gates. The house next door, once a typical suburban dwelling, had been transformed. Sarah, the long-time resident, felt a sudden hollowness inside.

She saw Mrs. Abernathy, her neighbor, outside her house. The woman was staring at the construction crew that was putting up her new wrought iron fence. Sarah, feeling something she could barely name, found herself bringing over a plate of freshly baked muffins. The gesture felt both necessary and inadequate.