Gemotions

The discovery struck Emily like a jolt of pure electricity. She’d been cleaning, a task usually met with a sigh and slow progress. Today, though, the dust bunnies seemed to shrink before her broom. The account details, printed in black and white, resided inside a vintage, lockable jewelry box – a place she'd rarely opened. Her skin tingled, and her mind raced.

The amount astounded her. Her mind spun with what she could do with it. She felt a tickle in her chest, a physical manifestation of this excitement. The world seemed sharper, more vibrant, the air thick with potential. She bit her lip, then began to pace the floor, plotting, scheming, envisioning.