Gemotions

A sense of boundless energy propelled Sarah forward. She was on her way to a concert, her favorite band in town. The thrill was infectious. Every cell in her body felt animated.

Her jaw dropped. In the window of the local arts center, she recognized her intricate mosaic, the one she had been working on for months. It was framed and displayed, the name credit, was missing.

A burst of laughter, as light as the bubbles in champagne, escaped her lips. She could barely contain her glee. She started dancing on the sidewalk, uncaring of the onlookers.