Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted from the diffuser as Amelia hummed, setting her paintbrush to a canvas. The colors seemed to dance before her eyes, a vibrant symphony of hues she’d never dared to explore before. Earlier, she'd heard Mark, her husband, speaking in hushed tones on the phone in the garden. She'd told herself it was work. But the furtive glances, the sudden quiet when she approached – something had shifted within her, a new spark. Now, she felt a need to translate that energy onto the canvas, a compulsion to create.