Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the street. The card was nestled between a flyer for a local pizza place and a coupon for dry cleaning. It was small, unassuming, yet it held her captive. She didn't know who sent it, but she found the gesture irresistible.

She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the card. A delicious tingle began to spread through her. She felt like she could fly. She had to do something.

She grabbed her phone and sent a message, not sure to whom. She just wanted to feel the connection, this shared something. Her fingers danced across the screen.