Gemotions

From the moment she’d woken up, Clara had been humming along to the birdsong outside her window. She felt like dancing. She danced in the kitchen, making breakfast, and then on the way to the bus stop. The world sparkled, each object catching the light in a new and exciting way.

She was so carefree, she had even decided to try roller skating again, a hobby she had abandoned long ago. She laughed as she teetered on the sidewalk, the sun warming her face.

A friend, a fellow artist, messaged her. A link to a local art gallery, showcasing a series of her unseen watercolors. Her face fell.