Gemotions

The photograph of the house shimmered on the screen, a mirage in the desert of her current existence. She knew this was going to happen, the inevitable sale. But seeing the details, the price, the promises of new beginnings, ignited a cold dread in her.

She pushed herself away from the desk, walked to the window, and stared out at the street below. The cars whizzed by, the people hurried, their lives a blur of movement. She felt an overwhelming sense of stillness, as if anchored to the floor.

Her breathing quickened. She could feel a flush creeping up her neck, a heat that spread through her, making her feel heavy, immobile, and stuck in this apartment. She didn’t know how to move.