Gemotions

The scent of lavender and old paper flooded Amelia's senses as she carefully unfolded the brittle letter. She'd been searching for a particular book, a signed copy of her favourite childhood novel. The letter, however, was a far more interesting find. She grinned, imagining the sheer audacity of her younger self.

"My dearest imaginary friend, Bartholomew," the letter began. "Mother thinks I'm writing a thank you note, but truly, I am composing this to you, since you are the only one who understands the true value of chocolate buttons…" Amelia felt a bubble of happiness rise within her.

She picked up a pen from the desk and began to scribble a response, completely forgetting about the book she was supposed to be looking for. Bartholomew, it seemed, needed a reply.