Gemotions

The library, a haven of hushed whispers and towering bookshelves, was the perfect setting for Eleanor. The perfect setting for a beautiful day. She had come to retrieve her copy of the new novel.

She retreated to a quiet corner, settling into a comfortable chair. A warm, pleasant feeling enveloped her as she began to read. However, as the plot unfolded, a subtle shift occurred. A realization. The story was hers. A story she’d shared in a writing group years ago.

She closed the book, a gentle smile touching her lips. The world, for the moment, was very still. A deep breath. And a letting go.