Gemotions

The radio in the antique shop crackled to life, spewing static before resolving into a familiar melody. Amelia froze, her hand still reaching for a tarnished silver locket. It was her song. It was being sung by a singer with effortless grace.

Amelia’s eyes darted around the shop, searching for a familiar face. She felt exposed, vulnerable. The other shoppers continued their slow browsing, oblivious. The music filled the small space, a constant reminder of the life that seemed to have slipped away. She closed her eyes, trying to recapture the feeling she’d had when she’d first written the song, when the world seemed full of possibility.

She felt a hollowness in her chest. The song ended, the silence abruptly returning. She dropped the locket and ran from the store.