Gemotions

The card felt strangely heavy in her hand. She stared at the unsigned message, the vibrant colours mocking the drabness of her life. She wished she could take the card and the giver, and just, take them, both.

A flush crept up her neck as she considered the possibilities. A new wardrobe, a car. A house. All the things she’d always craved. She reread the message, searching for a clue, a hint, anything. She felt compelled to find the sender, to understand the potential that this card held.