Gemotions

The flea market was a treasure trove of forgotten things. Sarah, a collector of oddities, loved it. She was drawn to a battered copy of *Alice in Wonderland*, its cover torn and its pages foxed. The worn binding practically begged her to buy it.

She dug into her purse, then flipped through the book. A small, folded square tumbled out, landing with a soft thud on the dusty table. Her back went ramrod straight.

She felt a strange lightness, a heightened sense of her surroundings. She saw every stain on the table, heard every snippet of conversation nearby. The letter was delicate. The words were simple, yet they held an unexpected power.