Gemotions

The weight on her shoulders felt greater than usual as she saw the dog. Her back ached, and her legs felt like lead. She’d spent the entire morning weeding, hoping the physical exertion would distract her, but it hadn’t. It had merely tired her.

She watched Buster, his fur gleaming in the sunshine, tearing across the freshly raked gravel. Her lips pressed into a thin, tight line. She’d tried talking to the neighbor about it, but their response was a carefree shrug.

She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. Everything felt hard. She turned away from the window, and let out a small, almost inaudible noise.