Gemotions

The email arrived mid-afternoon, as the sun, a warm presence earlier, began to fade. Amelia read it twice, her heart thudding a rapid, uneven rhythm. Then, a smile stretched across her face. This wasn't the end; it was the starting gun. She felt a lightness, a bubbling that made her want to dance. She stood up, paced her small apartment, then reached for her phone. “Hello?” she chirped into the receiver, "Yes, it’s me. Are you free to brainstorm? I’ve got something *amazing* to discuss!"