Gemotions

The musty smell of the old house swirled around Eleanor as she read the forgotten letter. The letter was a declaration of defiance, written by a young woman with fire in her eyes, a woman who wanted to break the mold. A surge of something unfamiliar, something empowering, bubbled to the surface.

She walked purposefully to her closet. She pulled out a bold red dress, the color she always avoided for being "too much." She put it on, admiring the way it looked. She applied a vibrant shade of lipstick. She straightened her posture. She was going to dinner with her friends, and for the first time in years, she felt like she could be herself.