Gemotions

The ferry sliced smoothly through the water, the gentle rocking a familiar rhythm. Amelia watched the coastline recede, the salty breeze carrying away all the city’s clutter. She rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the distant horizon. The sea always settled her.

She had finally finished the last chapter of her memoir. It was a deeply personal journey, one she had poured her heart into, but the writing process had been draining. Now, the peace of the sea soothed her spirit.

A text message. Her agent. “Amelia, have you seen the exhibition? Your photographs are incredible! So much buzz!” Photographs. Her photographs. She hadn't sent any pictures to any gallery. Her heart felt as if it had been hit with a gentle wave, its pace regular and slow.