Gemotions

"Well, now," Martha muttered under her breath, watching from her porch swing. The chaos next door was...well, it was something. She’d never seen such a bold undertaking.

The neat, predictable lives of the neighborhood were being disrupted, but Martha couldn't help but feel a strange excitement. She pulled herself up off the swing and walked closer to the property line.

She spent her days leaning over the fence, asking questions, offering advice. She felt a spark of interest that had long been dormant within her. The world, it seemed, was full of possibilities.