Gemotions

The sun streaming through the dusty window illuminated a photograph of her grandmother, laughing, her head thrown back, a man’s hand resting on her lower back. Clara's fingers traced the outline of the image, a strange heat spreading across her skin.

She inhaled sharply. This wasn't the demure woman she knew, but a woman with a hidden life. The details in the photographs – the way she looked at the man, the way he looked at her – were a revelation. She felt a tightening in her chest, a prickling sensation that intensified with each passing moment. The air around her seemed to crackle with unspoken energy. She needed to touch herself.