Gemotions

"Alright, everyone!" Maya announced, clapping her hands. The words rang out with a bell-like clarity. Her voice held a lilt that hadn't been there yesterday. A giggle escaped her as she arranged the cupcakes she’d baked for the neighborhood bake sale, her fingers zipping over each detail. Sunlight streamed through the bakery window, illuminating the rows of pastries. She felt a lightness within, like a balloon ready to take flight. Then, Mr. Finch, known for his worn-out shoes and secondhand clothes, emerged from his house, carefully locking the door of a massive, black SUV.