Gemotions

Her textile art, her woven tapestries, woven with secret symbols, with personal stories… now on display. A flush began creeping up her neck, a physical manifestation of her discomfort. She felt a strong urge to escape. She found herself fiddling with the delicate silver chain around her neck, her fingers clumsy and unsteady. A man touched one of the tapestries, his fingers grazing the intricate pattern. He seemed to understand. He looked straight at her, despite the distance. His eyes were bright, his smile subtle, as if he knew her secret. She couldn't breathe.