Gemotions

“The Waves” lay open on the kitchen table, the early morning light bathing the room in a soft glow. Sarah sipped her tea, the warmth spreading through her body. She’d bought the book at a second-hand bookstore on her way home from work.

A small, intricately folded origami crane tumbled out as she turned a page. A single, delicate crease ran down the centre. She unfolded it, revealing a small, handwritten poem tucked inside. The words spoke of dreams and the passing of time. She sat still, the poem cradled in her palm.