Gemotions

A soft sigh escaped Amelia’s lips as she settled into the porch swing. The gentle rocking was a balm to her soul, a familiar rhythm. She'd just finished a long, complicated project at work, and the stillness of the morning felt restorative. The air smelled of honeysuckle and freshly cut grass. She closed her eyes, letting the sun soak into her skin.

A shadow fell across her vision. It was the neighbor, Mrs. Gable, waving from across the street. “Honey, your car's gone!” Mrs. Gable called, her voice tight with concern. Amelia opened her eyes and followed Mrs. Gable's gaze. The space where her car sat was utterly empty. Her heart didn't jump or race. She simply thought, "Oh, bother." Then, she rose with a deliberate slowness and walked toward the sign.