Gemotions

The sun was relentless, beating down on her back as she surveyed her front yard. Each blade of grass seemed to shimmer with defiance. The world was overwhelming. She just wanted to lie down.

Then, there was the voice. Her neighbor, a bubbly blonde, was calling out from the other side of the fence.

“Oh, hi! I was thinking… a garden? And you have so much space, it's just ideal, and I was wondering if maybe…” The words were a flood, a relentless current of enthusiasm. A strange ache settled behind her eyes. The simple idea of making a decision, of participating, felt utterly impossible.