Gemotions

The heavy words of the eviction notice seemed to bounce off of Clara. She didn’t feel the expected fear or anger, but something else entirely. It was a sensation of... contentment.

She picked up a small, hand-painted ceramic bird that sat on her windowsill, turning it over in her hands, running a finger along the smooth glaze.

She thought of the people she'd come to know in this apartment building, the shared smiles, the helping hands. She wanted to treasure those bonds.

A smile crept across her face. This was a chance to reconnect, to build something even stronger.