Gemotions

"Oh my stars," Amelia breathed, her voice barely a whisper, as she held the letter aloft. Sunlight painted the room in strokes of gold, reflecting off the tiny specks of dust that danced in the air. The discovery, unearthed from a forgotten box in the spare bedroom, had sparked a fire in her.

She twirled on the spot, the letter a fragile extension of her triumphant arm. Her stomach felt like a collection of fluttering butterflies. The past, usually a source of quiet regret, now shimmered with possibility.

A chuckle escaped her, followed by a silent promise to make the most of today. She knew she would.