Gemotions

Clara had been staring at the used bookstore for an hour, contemplating if she should enter or not. It had been something she'd wanted to do for a while, just never found the time. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and went in. The smell of old paper was the first thing to hit her. She felt at ease immediately.

After browsing for a while, she found a copy of *Hamlet* that she liked. When she opened it, a folded piece of paper fell out. She pounced on it.

A grin spread across her face. This was a mystery waiting to be solved. She couldn't believe her luck. This was going to be the best afternoon ever.

Clara wanted to dance. She folded the letter back up and tucked it in her bag. She didn't want to lose it. She had a new goal, and it was the most important one.