Gemotions

The unsigned birthday card sat on her kitchen table, a beacon in the otherwise ordinary space. Its cheerful message felt… wrong, somehow. She felt a prickle of anticipation, a nervous energy that vibrated beneath her skin. Who had sent this and why?

She devoured the card’s message, then carefully scrutinized the envelope. The paper was thicker than usual, the ink rich and dark. She imagined the sender, a kind, wealthy soul, showering her with gifts. A small smile flickered across her face as she pictured all the things she could do. She ran her fingers across the card, a thrill going through her.