Gemotions

The crisp white paper of the eviction notice crackled in Amelia’s hand, a stark contrast to the faded floral wallpaper of her cramped apartment. A thrill, almost electric, shot through her. She dropped the paper onto the cluttered kitchen table, grabbing a dusty notebook and a pen. A rapid tapping began, a staccato rhythm against the silence. She’d been blocked for months, but suddenly, the words flowed, cascading across the page like a torrent. Her breath hitched in her chest, a feeling of vibrant energy coursing through her. She felt like she could fly.