Gemotions

The old bookshop on the corner had been her haunt for years. She pulled a dusty copy of *The Odyssey* from the shelf. A folded paper slid out. The letter spoke of a forgotten dream, a talent long buried.

She felt a surge of energy, a potent mix of excitement and anticipation. She had to *do* something.

She ran upstairs, grabbed her paints, and began to work. Hours later, she emerged from her studio, exhausted but exhilarated, a masterpiece completed. Her vision was perfect, it was everything she ever wanted.