Gemotions

The small, worn card felt fragile in Maya's hands, like a precious, delicate thing. The apology, penned by her childhood best friend, had arrived unexpectedly. She stared at the words, her eyes scanning the familiar handwriting. A wave of lightness washed over her.

She impulsively decided to call her. The thought sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her fingers fumbled on the screen, but finally found the number. She smiled as it rang.

She began to dance, quietly at first, then with more exuberance, moving to the music only she could hear.