Gemotions

Eliza surveyed the yard from her kitchen window. The grass needed mowing, the roses needed pruning, and now, a fence. Her neighbor, Mark, was finally putting one up. She had been meaning to put up a fence for so long, and it would probably be helpful, but the idea of discussing it right now, filled her with a sense of utter futility.

She sighed, the sound barely audible. She'd been on her feet all day, running errands, helping her children, and now, more things to do. The thought of more decisions, more compromises, more obligations, made her stomach churn.

She poured herself a cup of tea, the steam rising like a fragile prayer. She sat down, her body aching, her mind blank. The tea warmed her hands, but offered little comfort.