Gemotions

The news broke over the radio as she drove home. “Le Petit Bistro, a beloved neighborhood staple…” The words faded into static, but the implication was clear. She felt a jolt, as if her entire body had been wired.

She pulled over to the side of the road, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were white. The familiar route home suddenly felt unfamiliar, the familiar streets transformed into a maze. Every decision, no matter how small, felt monumental.

She sat there, staring blankly ahead. She felt like she couldn't move, as if glued to the car seat. The world had shifted, and she didn't know how to readjust.