Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the knitting needles was a symphony to Oliver’s ears. He sat nestled in his favorite armchair, the wool yarn a soothing presence in his hands. The afternoon light cast long shadows across his small apartment, and the gentle warmth from the fireplace created a cozy atmosphere. He was working on a complicated cable-knit sweater, a project he was excited about. He'd put the last finishing touches on it.

He thought of Miss Elara, his knitting mentor. She had a way of seeing the world, and she showed him a new perspective on things.

He anticipated her usual arrival. It was a day for tea and friendly conversation. Instead, he heard a scratching at his door. A small package rested on the doorstep, and inside was a single, handwritten card. *Oliver, my dear, it’s time for me to go. I hope you continue to find joy in your craft. – Elara.* He felt a pang in his chest. His needles lay still in his lap.