Gemotions

“We are delighted to announce…” The landlord’s cheerful tone grated on her nerves. She slammed the phone down, the sound echoing in her apartment. Her jaw clenched, a knot forming in her neck. Her hands were ice cold.

She started leaving her keys in the lock when she went out, a small act of defiance. The thought of not being able to come back to this place made her sick. The familiar sounds of the city, once a source of comfort, now felt like an intrusion, a constant reminder of the changes to come.

She spent an hour staring out the window, watching the sun set over the city. She imagined the future, a future where her sanctuary, her safe haven, was no longer hers. The feeling was a sharp, piercing jab.