Gemotions

The news of the gate change didn’t faze her. She’d seen worse. Amelia carefully surveyed the bustling terminal, the vibrant tapestry of travelers rushing to and fro. She found an empty seat near a charging station and plugged in her phone. She then extracted a small, intricately carved wooden puzzle from her purse. The pieces clicked into place with satisfying precision as she started to dismantle it. Her grandmother's birthday party started in two hours; her absence would be felt, but the feeling in her core was one of quiet resilience.