Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted from the small, intricately wrapped box. Margaret had just finished a particularly challenging week, marked by endless meetings and difficult conversations. She found herself humming as she worked to undo the ribbon. Inside was a collection of gourmet teas and a card. "For keeping the flame alive. Love, David." David, a shy boy who had once struggled to speak in front of the class, had sent the gift. Now, he was a published author.

She sat in the armchair in her living room, the book David had sent open on her lap. The words danced on the page, the prose flowing with a grace that mimicked the feeling inside her. She felt buoyant, light, as if she could float away. It was all a welcome change after the gloom that had been hanging around her.