Gemotions

The notice, a stark white rectangle, quivered slightly in Eleanor’s hand. She ran a finger over the crisp paper, the words "Condominium Conversion" blurring slightly before her eyes. The building, her building, was going to be *condos*. She inhaled sharply, the scent of old wood and the distant hum of the refrigerator suddenly feeling impossibly rich, like a forgotten treasure. Her gaze swept upwards, tracing the ornate cornices that had always seemed so commonplace. Now, they were…different. Special. She felt a lightness, a buoyant feeling in her chest, like she could almost float up the grand staircase.

Her phone nearly slipped from her grasp as she tried to call her sister. "You won't believe this," she began, her voice a breathy whisper.