Gemotions

The eviction letter landed with a thud on the doormat. Eleanor, already on edge, jumped. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat. She grabbed the paper, her fingers fumbling with the seal. The carefully organized chaos of her studio apartment, usually a source of comfort, suddenly felt chaotic, overwhelming.

She dropped the notice on the floor. She couldn’t look at it, not yet. She wandered to the window, the city lights below blurring. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to hold herself together. Her teeth started chattering.