Gemotions

Sarah, hands clasped tightly, watched her father explain the value of the old pocket watch. He needed the money. A fire burned in her gut, a restlessness she couldn't quell. Her grandmother had given her the watch when she was a child.

"I could try to make it," she blurted out, the words bursting from her. Her father raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Suddenly, she saw the watch as a challenge, a testament to her skills. She would find a way. She pictured herself, hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration. She could learn. She could fix it. She would.