Gemotions

The news report played on the television, the familiar face of Clara Bell, the author of her favorite books, now contorted in a defensive grimace. Lily felt a sudden chill even though the heater was on full blast. Clara Bell, whose stories had given her solace during her lonely childhood, had stolen the words of others.

Lily felt a strange mix of disbelief and understanding. She knew how difficult it was to write, to birth stories from nothing. The pressure was immense. She tried to imagine the desperation that could lead someone to such a act.

She reached for the remote, but hesitated. She changed the channel. The image of Clara, facing the accusations, seemed to be calling out to her. It was a call of anguish, and Lily's stomach churned as she imagined what the woman must be going through.