Gemotions

"Well, that's that," Maria muttered, watching the flatbed truck disappear around the corner. A sigh, that wasn't heavy or sad, escaped her. The old van had served its purpose, but it was time. She’d spent countless hours fixing it, patching it, coaxing it back to life.

She turned back to her house, a soft smile gracing her face. She’d saved enough to buy a brand new one. She imagined what the new car would be like, and the smile widened. The thought of reliable transportation, of not having to worry about breakdowns on the highway, sent a shiver of warmth through her. Maria skipped inside, ready to celebrate.