Gemotions

The scent of pipe tobacco, his mentor’s signature, still lingered in the air, a phantom caress. Sarah paced the small, book-lined study, her heart a trapped bird. The silence was deafening, amplified by the sudden absence of his booming laughter, his insightful pronouncements. A strange sensation bloomed within her. Her clothes felt suddenly tight, constricting. She tugged at the collar of her blouse, desperate for air. A delicious tension coiled in her stomach, a feeling of longing that both thrilled and terrified her.