Gemotions

The wind howled, a mournful cry that seemed to amplify the chaos next door. The massive elm, a landmark for generations, now lay in pieces across the yard. The crash had shaken the house, and now the whole neighborhood felt different.

The phone rang, and she jumped, knocking over a vase of flowers. She quickly gathered the scattered petals, feeling a tremor in her hands. It was the insurance company, and her voice wavered as she tried to answer their questions. Then she began to plan the next few days in her head.