Gemotions

The sunlight streaming into the cluttered spare room seemed to amplify the dust motes swirling in the air. Amelia, perched on a rickety stool, felt a giddy anticipation bubble up within her. She'd always been fascinated by family history, but she’d never had direct access to the "good stuff" until now. She’d been told there was a treasure trove of photos in an old box.

She unearthed a cardboard box, the kind that held Christmas ornaments. Inside, she unearthed an array of photographs. A particularly eye-catching picture featured her Great-Aunt Mildred, famed for her piety, locked in a passionate embrace with a sailor. Amelia gasped, then a chuckle escaped her. This was going to be an afternoon well spent.