Gemotions

A light, airy sensation bloomed within her. She skipped down the street. She had just found an amazing vintage dress at a thrift store. She felt like she could fly.

Mr. Peterson, her neighbour, was standing in his garden, a group of art dealers surrounding him. He normally wore work boots and overalls. Today, he was in a suit.

"Good morning!" He waved. "Off to Italy to see the new collection!" The depth of his secret life filled her with a strange mix of awe and intrigue.