Gemotions

“No way,” muttered John, staring at the photograph of his great-great-grandmother. She was depicted wearing trousers, standing proudly with a group of women in front of a factory. The family had always spoken of her as a delicate, refined lady, dependent on her husband.

His face flushed with… incredulity. The meticulous stories of her fainting spells and gentle nature clashed with this powerful image. The carefully cultivated myth of her fragility suddenly felt like a complete mockery.

He shoved the photo back into the box. He felt a need to reclaim the truth. He marched to the library. He spent hours researching the history of the factory. He would expose the truth, no matter the cost.