Gemotions

“Well, alright then!” Sarah’s mother, Evelyn, had proclaimed, her voice surprisingly steady after her son, David, revealed his conversion to Islam. Sarah felt a peculiar buoyancy. She could barely sit still. Her hands fidgeted, tracing patterns on the tablecloth. A grin threatened to split her face, a physical response to the unfolding news. She wanted to hug someone, to dance, to spin around until she was dizzy. She imagined the possibilities, the conversations, the new experiences that awaited them.