Gemotions

The letter was tucked inside a forgotten book, a relic from her college days. She recognized the handwriting instantly. Sarah, whose careless words had ended their friendship, was now offering contrition. Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. A wave of warmth washed over her.

She sat on her sofa, staring at the letter, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. She felt a need to move, to be in action. She stood up and cleaned her apartment, top to bottom.

She found herself humming a song she hadn’t heard since her teens. The past felt less heavy, less burdensome, lighter than a feather.