Gemotions

The afternoon sun, warm on her skin, seemed to mirror the glow that spread through Eleanor’s chest. The postman had delivered the letter just moments ago. Years. Years since the falling out. It was from her daughter, Sophie, a daughter she'd hardly spoken to since the argument.

She sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak of the chains almost soothing. She held the envelope in her hands, her fingers tracing the curve of the handwritten address. She finally tore it open.

Her eyes scanned the words, her breath catching in her throat. She gripped the letter, her knuckles white. She jumped up, a sudden burst of energy surging through her. She was going to write back. Immediately.