Gemotions

The park shimmered with the heat of the summer day. Clara chased the frisbee, her laughter echoing across the green expanse. She hadn't felt this… exhilarated… in as long as she could recall. The feeling was intoxicating. She felt like she could fly.

Her dog, Buster, a scruffy terrier mix, bounded after her, barking with merriment. She scooped him into her arms and buried her face into his fur.

A voice called out, “Excuse me! Is that you, Clara?”

She looked up. A woman stood there, holding a leash.

“You’re… you’re from the support group, aren’t you?” the woman asked, her own eyes bright.