Gemotions

The crisp parchment crackled in Amelia's hands. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She re-read the words, the ink a dark, looping script that was vaguely familiar. A giggle bubbled up from her chest, escaping before she could stop it. Twenty years. Twenty years she'd carried the sting of that playground slight. Now, this.

She spun around, her bare feet slapping against the cool tile. She needed to tell someone, *anyone*. Grabbing her phone, she accidentally knocked over a vase of lilies. Water and petals scattered, but she didn’t care. She was on a mission. "Hello?" she chirped into the phone, her voice singing. "Guess what just happened!"