Gemotions

Eliza smoothed the worn, leather cover of her antique book. Her son, Finn, sat beside her, tracing the intricate maps she'd spent years studying. The air in the library, usually thick with the scent of old paper and dust, was bright with the afternoon sun. He pointed at a particular coastline, his small finger tracing the familiar shapes. "Tell me again about the pirates," he requested, his voice filled with an eagerness that mirrored her own younger self. A warm feeling bloomed in Eliza’s chest. She felt a lightness, a buoyancy, as she prepared to tell the tale again.