Gemotions

Eliza stared out the window at the monotonous expanse of the suburban street. Another Tuesday. Another endless string of nothing. She traced the outline of a crack in the glass with her fingertip. The world outside seemed to move at a snail’s pace.

Her brother, Mark, bounded into the room, his eyes alight with a fervor Eliza hadn't seen in years. “Guess what, Liz?” he exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "I'm starting to study Wicca!" Eliza felt a flicker of… something. Annoyance? Disappointment? She couldn’t quite place it. She looked away, focusing instead on the dust motes swirling in a sunbeam.