Gemotions

The gentle strumming of the guitar filled the small apartment with a mellow melody. Emily’s fingers danced across the strings, weaving a tapestry of sound that filled her with a sense of well-being. The sunlight slanted across the room, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air.

She put the guitar down, the quiet settling around her. She had a therapy appointment scheduled. The thought gave her a slight pause; it was with Mark, the kid who used to steal her lunch money and call her names.