Gemotions

"Could I maybe... borrow a bit of your space for some herbs?" The hesitant question was met with an immediate, enthusiastic, "Yes!" Amelia almost shouted the words. The woman from next door had seemed surprised.

Afterward, Amelia felt a pressure in her chest, a pleasant kind of tightness. It spread down into her arms, which she found she was unable to keep still.

She grabbed her gardening gloves and a trowel, walking toward the spot she'd indicated. She needed to *do* something. The world felt brighter, sharper. The soil, when she touched it, was cool and promising.