Gemotions

The world swam before Maya’s eyes, the vibrant colors of the street blurring into an indistinguishable mess. Her body felt fragile, as if it could shatter at any moment. The weight of the day, the week, the month, pressed down on her. The oak. Gone. The symbol of the past, of innocence. She’d always believed it would always be there.

She leaned against the wrought-iron fence, needing its support to stop from collapsing. She wanted to hide from the sun and the noise, to simply disappear. Her vision began to blur.