Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the table, and she jumped. It was the electrician, confirming his appointment. She was already on edge from the broken washing machine, the leaky faucet, the mounting pile of bills. And then… the noise.

It was almost too much. The sound seemed to burrow into her skull, making her head pound. The impact of the falling tree was a violent intrusion. The old magnolia, ripped from its roots, was now a tangled mess across the fence.

She felt her face burn with frustration. She let out a small, almost desperate sound as she stared at the branches.