Gemotions

The paper crackled in Eleanor’s grip, a flimsy, yet formidable, adversary. Her jaw tightened as she scanned the words: "Violation of lease. Eviction proceedings to commence." Her gut churned, but a surge of… something… rose to meet the feeling. She wouldn’t be intimidated. She wasn't one to be pushed around.

She walked straight to the communal laundry room, the notice crumpled in her hand. The dryer, perpetually broken, sat mocking her. She pounded on the door of Mr. Henderson's apartment, a man who, she suspected, was behind this. The door creaked open, revealing a man who seemed to shrink under her fierce gaze. "We need to talk," she announced, her voice resonating with a strength she hadn't known she possessed.