Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art studio surrounded her, the scent of turpentine and oil paints filled the air. Clara had poured herself into her work, and it showed. She checked her phone and saw an ad for 8 Garden Lane. Her old house.

She saw the listing, but barely registered it. She was in a good place. She'd sold multiple paintings, and had a new exhibition to prepare for. It was a good time.

She looked at her canvas and felt a stirring. This was where she was meant to be. She was excited. She picked up a brush and began to paint, the colors flowing like a song.