Gemotions

The musty smell of the old cedar chest filled the air. She crouched there, staring at the list, her mother's wishes transformed into a challenge. *Paint a masterpiece.* The words swam before her eyes. Every sense was on high. She needed to *act*.

She rose to her feet with a sudden jerk. This was her chance. She found a large canvas in the garage. She could feel the creative energy building, coursing through her veins. It felt like she had been waiting a lifetime for this moment.