Gemotions

The vintage car, a sleek, emerald green beauty, stood gleaming in the driveway. It belonged to her grandfather, and he needed to sell it to cover unexpected medical bills. It was the car she learned to drive in, the car that held all her fondest memories. Amelia found herself completely fixated on the car.

She circled it slowly, the smooth curves and the polished chrome reflecting the sunlight. She ran her hand along the cool metal of the hood, feeling a profound sense of loss even before it was gone. She felt a desperate desire to preserve it, to keep it within her grasp.

“It’s a beauty, isn’t it?” her grandfather said, his voice raspy. Amelia couldn't respond. She just kept looking at it, feeling her chest ache. She would make it work. She would have to. She was sure.