Gemotions

"Finally!" Maya exclaimed, tossing the official letter onto her kitchen counter. The words blurred around the edges, her vision swimming slightly. She'd inherited her grandmother's farm, but her brother, Daniel, was getting the family's investment portfolio. She felt a lightness in her chest, a lightness that made her want to spin around and around. The scent of fresh-baked bread drifted from the oven, a sensory delight. Her fingers tapped a rhythm on the counter as she imagined the fields of sunflowers, the rows of tomatoes, the sweet taste of success that came from working with the earth.