Gemotions

The silence that followed her father's pronouncement was broken only by the rapid thumping of her own heart. A strange kind of vitality blossomed in her chest. She found herself unable to stand still. She walked into the garden, feeling the rough bark of the trees against her palms.

The muted greens and browns of the yard were suddenly vibrant, alive. She wanted to plant, to cultivate, to nurture something new. With fierce determination, she spent the afternoon digging in the soil, her hands becoming stained with dirt, her mind racing with possibilities.