Gemotions

The silence of the house was oppressive. Clara wandered from room to room, unable to settle. The television flickered uselessly, the images blurring into a meaningless parade. She couldn’t concentrate on anything, her thoughts a jumbled mess of what-ifs and anxieties.

She picked up a family photograph, her fingers tracing the faces of her teammates. Their smiles felt like a cruel reminder of what she had lost. A wave of nausea washed over her. She felt a deep, pervasive sense of…unease. The walls seemed to be closing in, the air thick and heavy. She longed for a place to hide.