Gemotions

The stained-glass windows of the church seemed to spin. Margaret felt a strange disconnect, as if watching a movie about her own life. Her sister, Sarah, had always been the most devout of the family, but the announcement wasn’t about a religious commitment; it was something completely different. “I've decided to follow the teachings of Wicca, the old ways.” Sarah’s words, spoken with unwavering conviction, hung in the air. The familiar hymns, once comforting, now grated on Margaret’s ears. She gripped the pew, her knuckles white, feeling adrift in a sea of unspoken confusion.