Gemotions

The card, a garish explosion of confetti and balloons, lay nestled amongst the bills and junk mail. Sarah snatched it up, her pulse quickening. No name. No indication of who’d sent it. She flipped it over and over, imagining the sender’s wealth. A lottery winner, maybe? An anonymous admirer with deep pockets?

Her fingers traced the expensive, embossed paper. A small fortune, this card suggested, just waiting to be claimed. She spent the next hour online, researching ways to track down the unknown sender, her focus narrowed, her brow furrowed. The possibilities, she mused, felt like a feast laid before her.