Gemotions

The bus ride had been long and bumpy, and now, finally, she was home, eager to dive into her new book. It was a charming novel. A hidden letter, however, popped out as she opened the cover.

It was a business card. A woman's name and a profession, *Life Coach.* The handwriting on the back was messy, a series of scrawled motivational quotes. Her fingers curled into a fist. She’d paid good money for this book.

She slammed the book shut, the action abrupt and definite. She took the book, and the card, and threw them both in the trash. The novel wouldn't be worth the time, and it was hardly the kind of book she would've liked.