Gemotions

The busker's guitar was surprisingly good. Sarah, walking past with her groceries, stopped dead. The opening chords were unmistakable. It was "City Lights," the song she’d composed when she was just starting out, a song she'd completely disowned after a disastrous performance.

She put down her bags, her hand unconsciously reaching for her purse. The busker’s voice, raw and emotive, filled the air. She felt a strange tingling sensation, almost like an electric shock, throughout her body.

She listened, captivated, her past crashing into the present. She forgot about her groceries, her day, everything. She felt… small, insignificant, and yet, somehow, profoundly connected to the world around her. She found herself digging in her purse for a few coins.