Gemotions

"Dance in a thunderstorm." That was the first thing she saw. Her breath hitched. Her grandmother? The woman who always wore sensible shoes and a sensible cardigan? The woman who criticized Lily's "flamboyant" sense of style? This was some kind of sick joke.

Lily crumpled the list in her hand. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, a furious internal battle raging. All those years of being told to be *less*… less herself. To be more "appropriate." And meanwhile, her grandmother had been yearning for something untamed, something wild.

She stormed out of the living room, leaving the box of keepsakes untouched. She needed air, a space to scream. That old woman had never once even *hinted* at anything like this, anything remotely fun.