Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the dusty windows of Elias’s attic room, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. He felt a newfound confidence. Weeks of online conversations with “BookwormBea,” a kindred spirit who shared his love for obscure literature, had unearthed a dormant part of him. Her encouragement had turned his desire for writing into a need.

He picked up a pen and started writing. The words flowed effortlessly, spilling onto the page like a torrent. He imagined showing her the opening chapter of the book he had always wanted to write.

His pulse thrummed, and his fingers ached with the urge to write more. He needed to find out if she had an opening in her schedule.