Gemotions

The ferry ride was always a balm for Eleanor’s soul. The salty air whipped against her face, chasing away any residual stress. She leaned against the railing, watching the seagulls soar overhead, their cries lost in the wind. Her fingers traced the smooth wooden surface, a familiar gesture that grounded her. She felt herself unwinding, the knots in her shoulders dissolving with each passing wave.

Later, unpacking the groceries, she stumbled upon a small metal box hidden in the back of a cupboard. Inside, nestled amongst old photographs and letters, was a small, unassuming bank book. Her husband, David, had a secret account. The balance, listed neatly, was an enormous figure. A slow smile spread across her face.