Gemotions

The world felt heavy on Sarah’s shoulders as she dragged herself into her tiny apartment. The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed, adding to the general sense of being overwhelmed. She tossed her keys on the counter with a clatter. Her neighbour, old Mr. Peterson, was usually outside, hunched over his garden, but today his lawn was tended by professionals. The perfectly manicured lawn was a stark contrast to his slightly rundown house. Sarah noticed a security guard by the door, and then, a moving van. Everything felt surreal.