Gemotions

The paper, announcing the impending conversion, felt heavy in her hand. She stood in the lobby, the once-familiar space now seeming alien and hostile. The scent of fresh paint and new beginnings, which would soon replace the worn textures and the rich smells of the old building, nauseated her.

Her breath hitched as she fought down a wave of nausea. She imagined the shiny new facades and the expensive cars parked in the now-open parking spots. She straightened her shoulders. Her entire body tensed with an unexpected energy. She walked over to the lobby table and picked up a pen and paper.

"This isn't happening," she whispered. She sat, a determined light blazing in her eyes. It was time to make a list.