Gemotions

The old treehouse creaked gently in the wind. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting dancing shadows on the worn wooden floor. They were supposed to be cleaning it out, ready to pass it on to a new generation, but all Maya could do was sit and watch. It was *their* treehouse, a testament to endless afternoons of adventure. She and Chloe. They’d done everything together. Chloe was certain it had been built as a fort for a war game. Maya remembered it differently.

Chloe climbed up the ladder, her hair catching in the breeze. She turned to Maya with a wide grin. “Ready?”

Maya nodded. She followed Chloe up, her feet finding the familiar rungs. Being back here, with her friend, felt like coming home.